Thou Art of All Created Things

THOU art of all created things,

O Lord, the essence and the cause,

The source and centre of all bliss;

What are those veils of woven light

Where sun and moon and stars unite,

The purple morn, the spangled night,

But curtains which thy mercy draws

Between the heavenly world and this?

The terrors of the sea and land—

When all the elements conspire,

The earth and water, storm and fire—

Are but the sketches of thy hand;

Do they not all in countless ways—

The lightning’s flash, the howling storm,

The dread volcano’s awful blaze—

Proclaim Thy glory and Thy praise?