Above the gold the sunbeams fling With bird-songs drifting through, God's glory is a richer thing, And sweeter singing, too. Above the azure wide and high, The steady, candid blue, God's glory is a vaster sky, Illimitably true. Above the faintest, farthest star In distant chaos wrought, God's glory, infinitely far, Transcends our feeble thought. Yet God's rich glow and God's great song, And God's vast heaven of blue, And God's far starlight ages long, Come down to me and you! |