Classic Poem

The Lord, the high and holy One,
Is present everywhere;
Go to the regions of the sun,
And thou wilt find him there.

Go to the hidden ocean caves,
Where man hath never trod,
And there beneath the flashing waves
Will be thy Maker, God.

Fly swiftly on the morning's wing,
To distant realms of earth;
Where'er young birds with sweetness sing,
And warble forth their mirth,

Where'er the lion makes his lair,
Or reindeer bounds, unseen;
Thou'lt find his ready presence there,
And know where God hath been.

All Nature speaks of Him who made
The earth and air and sky;
The fruit that falls, the leaves that fade,
The flowers that bloom to die,

The lofty mountain, lowly vale,
And mighty forest trees,
The rocks that battle with the gale,
The ever rolling seas;

All tell the omnipresent Lord,
The God of boundless might,
By angels loved, by saints adored,
Whose dwelling is the light!