The Song of David

HE sang of God, the mighty source

Of all things,—that stupendous force,

Of which all strength depends;

From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes,

All period, power, and enterprise

Commences, reigns and ends.

The world, the clustering spheres he made,

The glorious light, the soothing shade,

Dale, champaign, grove and hill,

The multitudinous abyss

Where secrecy remains in bliss;

And wisdom hides her skill.

Tell them I Am, Jehovah said

To Moses, while earth heard in dread

And smitten to the heart.

At once, above, beneath, around,

All Nature without voice or sound,

Replied, “O Lord Thou art.”