Classic Poem

The azure vault so far above,
Arrayed in smiles of peace and love,
Would sweetly seem the truth to prove--
"There is a God."

The blooming earth so glad below--
The fragrant flowers--the streams that flow--
The tuneful birds--would bid us know,
"There is a God."

Yon soaring sun on wings of fire,
Proclaims his great, celestial Sire--
'Tis chanted by the starry choir,
"There is a God."

We know it, too, at nights' fair noon,
When lo! the pale and placid Moon,
Illumes the balmy night of June,
"There is a God."

The smiling Spring, and Autumn brown,
Hoarse-raging Winter's angry frown,
And Summer fair, unceasing own,
"There is a God."

The mountains high, and dark, and vast--
The thunder's roar--the howling blast--
The lightnings springing thick and fast,
Amid the gloom,

That wraps the Earth, and Sea, and Sky--
The Storm-fiend's wild, terrific cry--
The Earth-quake's shock--proclaim on high,
"An awful God!"

But oh! that awful God above,
Is yet a gracious God of love--
A bleeding Lamb--a wounded Dove--
The sinner's God.

Poor sinner! love His holy name,
And when this world shall pass in flame
A heavenly mansion thou mayst claim,
To dwell with God.