— The God of things as they are —
Is the God of the highest heaven;
The God of the morning star,
Of the thrush that sings at even;

The God of the storm and sunshine,
Of the wolf, the snail, and the bee,
Of the Alp's majestic silence,
Of the soundless depths of the sea;

The God of the times and the nations,
Of the planets as they roll,
Of the numberless constellations,
Of the limitless human soul.

And there is nothing small,
And nought can mighty be;
Archangels and atoms all
Embodiments of Thee!

A single thought divine
Holds stars and suns in space;
A dream of man is Thine,
And history finds its place.

When the universe was young,
Thine was the perfect thought
That life should be bound in one
By the strand of Love inwrought.

In the life of the fern and the lily,
Of the dragon and the dove,
Still through the stress and struggle
Waxes the bond of Love.

Out from the ruthless ages
Rises, like incense mild,
The love of the man and the woman,
The love of mother and child.