My Maker! of thy power the trace In every creature's form and face The wond'ring soul surveys: Thy wisdom, infinite above Seraphic thought, a Father's love As infinite displays! From all that meets or eye or ear, There falls a genial holy fear Which, like the heavy dew of morn, Refreshes while it bows the heart forlorn! Great God! thy works how wondrous fair! Yet sinful man didst thou declare The whole Earth's voice and mind! If rootless thus, thus substanceless thy state, Lord, ev'n as Thou all-present art, O may we still with heedful heart Thy presence know and find! Then, come what will, of weal or woe, Joy's bosom-spring shall steady flow; For though 'tis Heaven THYSELF to see, Where but thy @3Shadow@1 falls, Grief cannot be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE FORERUNNERS by GEORGE HERBERT HYMN OF TRUST by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LONDON WIND by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 50. MY LOVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |