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A PSALM OF CREATION
The Sun lifts his head in his might,
And climbs the blue steps of the sky;
Nor stays when he reaches the height,
Nor fears at the setting to die.
For to-morrow again he is born,
To go forth in glory and glee:—
The Sun is Thy creature, O God!
O God, who is like unto Thee!
And climbs the blue steps of the sky;
Nor stays when he reaches the height,
Nor fears at the setting to die.
For to-morrow again he is born,
To go forth in glory and glee:—
The Sun is Thy creature, O God!
O God, who is like unto Thee!
The Moon, silver ship of the sky,
Rides over the star-dotted blue;
And the maiden-pure glance of her eye
From the firmament falls like the dew.
The stars round their mistress rejoice,
And sing as her beauty they see:—
These all are Thy creatures, O God!
O God, who is like unto Thee!
Rides over the star-dotted blue;
And the maiden-pure glance of her eye
From the firmament falls like the dew.
The stars round their mistress rejoice,
And sing as her beauty they see:—
These all are Thy creatures, O God!
O God, who is like unto Thee!
The cloud overshadows the vales;
And the mountain looks down on the cloud;
The eagle in solitude sails
To the sun o'er the mountain-top proud.
The flood from the thundercloud breaks,
And the torrents roar down to the sea:—
All these are Thy hand-work, O God!
O God, who is like unto Thee!
And the mountain looks down on the cloud;
The eagle in solitude sails
To the sun o'er the mountain-top proud.
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And the torrents roar down to the sea:—
All these are Thy hand-work, O God!
O God, who is like unto Thee!
Then the sky smiles her peace over earth,
And earth her blue smiling returns;
The lily-bells dance in their mirth,
And the rose in red radiance burns:—
The birds in the forest ring out,
And a thousand wild voices agree.
To praise their Creator and God:
O God, who is like unto Thee!
And earth her blue smiling returns;
The lily-bells dance in their mirth,
And the rose in red radiance burns:—
The birds in the forest ring out,
And a thousand wild voices agree.
To praise their Creator and God:
O God, who is like unto Thee!
But higher and fairer than all,
In the counsels of Wisdom and Love
From the dust Thy last work Thou didst call,
Little less than Thine Angels above.
Thou gavest him all to command,
All that wanders on earth or in sea;
Thine Image Thou gavest to bear:—
O God, who is like unto Thee!
In the counsels of Wisdom and Love
From the dust Thy last work Thou didst call,
Little less than Thine Angels above.
Thou gavest him all to command,
All that wanders on earth or in sea;
Thine Image Thou gavest to bear:—
O God, who is like unto Thee!
—O Man, from thy bower and home,
The Tree and the garden of Heaven,
By lust and the Serpent o'ercome,
By the sword-glare of Cherubim driven!
Yet, who turn to the Son and believe,
From death by His death to set free
He hath promised; and He will fulfil:—
O God, who is like unto Thee!
The Tree and the garden of Heaven,
By lust and the Serpent o'ercome,
By the sword-glare of Cherubim driven!
Yet, who turn to the Son and believe,
From death by His death to set free
He hath promised; and He will fulfil:—
O God, who is like unto Thee!
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