Classic Poem

There is a book who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts,
And all the lore its scholars need
Pure eyes and loving hearts.

The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Maker's love,
Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.

One Name, above all glorious names,
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs.

The raging fire, the roaring wind,
His boundless power display;
And in the gentler breeze we find
His Spirit's viewless way.

Two worlds are ours; and ours to win
The wisdom to descry
The mystic heaven and earth within,
Plain as the sea and sky.

Thou who hast given me eyes to see
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out thee,
And read thee everywhere!