Our God and Father

Ere mountains reared their forms sublime,
Or heaven and earth in order stood,
Before the birth of ancient time,
From everlasting thou art God.

Harriet Auber.

Enthroned amid the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,

Ten thousand suns around him shine.
Thomas Blacklock.

Holy, holy, holy Lord God of Hosts!
Heaven and earth are full of thee!
Heaven and earth are praising thee,
O Lord most high!

Mary A. Lathbury.

Shine to his praise, ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode;

Or veil in shades your thousand eyes
Before your brighter God.

Thou restless globe of golden light,
Whose beams create our days,
Join with the silver queen of night,
To own your borrowed rays.
Isaac Watts.

No earthly father loves like Thee,

No mother half so mild

Bears and forbears, as thou hast done

With me, thy sinful child.

Frederick W. Faber.

There seems a voice in every gale,
A tongue in every flower,

Which tells, O Lord, the wondrous tale
Of Thy almighty power;

The birds, that rise on quivering wing,
Proclaim their Maker's praise,

And all the mingling sounds of spring
To Thee an anthem raise.

Amelia Opie.

Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. Isaac Watts.

He framed the globe; he built the sky;
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns in glory there.

Isaac Watts.

Thou who hast sown the sky with stars,
Setting thy thoughts in gold,

Hast crowned our nation's life, and ours,
With blessings manifold;

Thy mercies have been numberless;

Thy love, thy grace, thy care, Were wider than our utmost need, And higher than our prayer. Henry Burton.

Source of truth, whose beams alone
Light the mighty world of mind;
God of love, who from thy throne
Kindly watchest all mankind.

William Cullen Bryant.

Thy voice produced the sea and spheres,
Bade the waves roar, the planets shine;
But nothing like thyself appears

Through all these spacious works of thine.
Isaac Watts.

He owns me for his child,

I can no longer fear:

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.
Charles Wesley.

Our midnight is thy smile withdrawn;
Our noontide is thy gracious dawn;
Our rainbow arch thy mercy's sign;
All, save the clouds of sin, are thine!
Oliver Wendell Holmes.

O how the thought of God attracts
And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it of passing shows

And dissipating mirth!

Frederick W. Faber.

Thy temple is the arch.

Of yon unmeasured sky;

Thy Sabbath, the stupendous march

Of vast eternity.

Stephen G. Bulfinch.

The golden sunshine, vernal air,

Sweet flowers and fruit thy love declare;
When harvests ripen, thou art there,

Who givest all.

Christopher Wordsworth.

With the past unscreened from thee,
Thou from whom I cannot flee,
How could peace abide with me?
Joseph Cook.

His mountains lift their solemn forms,
To watch in silence o'er the land;
The rolling ocean, rocked with storms,
Sleeps in the hollow of his hand.

Caleb T. Winchester.

Father all-glorious,

O'er all victorious,

Come, and reign over us,

Ancient of days!

Charles Wesley.

The God that rules on high,

That all the earth surveys,
That rides upon the stormy sky,
And calms the roaring seas.
Isaac Watts.

Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place;
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

Isaac Watts.

Did the solid earth ordain

How to rise above the main;
Who, by his commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
Caused the golden tresséd sun
All the day his course to run;
And the moon to shine by night,
'Mid her spangled sisters bright.
John Milton.

Some trust in horses trained for war,
And some of chariots make their boasts;
Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of Heavenly hosts.
Isaac Watts.

O Thou, who hast spread out the skies.
And measured the depths of the sea,
Our incense of praise shall rise

In joyous thanksgiving to thee.

Hannah F. Gould.

Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand:

So, when thy truth began its race,

It touched and glanced on every land.

Isaac Watts.

When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
Joseph Addison.

He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening-star;
The winds and waves obey him,
By him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, his children,
He gives our daily bread.

Matthias Claudius.

Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love.

Isaac Watts.