A Hymn

Lyrics
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! 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 Shadow falls, Grief cannot be!—
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Credits
- Writers
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge