Classic Poem

God of all grace, supreme, alone;
Thy robe, the light; the heavens, Thy throne;
The winds, Thy voice; Thy path, the sea, —
Reverent, we bow, and worship Thee.

In all Thy works, Thy hand we trace;
Creation does but veil Thy face.
Thy life, our life; Thy warmth, our spring;
Our only rest, Thy sheltering wing.

Thy breath makes every pulse-beat thrill;
We feel the whispers of Thy will;
We come, we go, at Thy command;
We wait the moving of Thy hand.

Plant in our hearts Thy love and fear;
Teach us Thy precepts to revere;
And fashion us, through grace, to be
But living temples meet for Thee