Mountains, towering high and proud,
Far above each floating cloud;
Forests, 'mong whose crowded trees,
Moans the frequent midnight breeze;
Ocean, with its solemn roar,
Lashing on the lonely shore;
Thunder echoing through the air,—
Tell us, God is everywhere!

Flowers of every scent and hue
Pearly with the morning dew;
Lake whose limpid bosom heaves
In the light that sunset leaves;
Stars that shine so stilly bright
From the azure vault of night;
Sunshine with its beauteous glare,—
Tell us, God is everywhere!

Spring, with all the flow'rets sweet
Leaping forth to kiss her feet;
Summer, with her foliage gay,
And the roses on her way;
Autumn, with his purple skies
And the passion in his eyes;
Winter, with his woodlands bare,—
Tell us, God is everywhere!

Birds that trill their happy lays
All along the wooded ways;
Leaves that rustle far aloft,
Making music sweet and soft;
Streamlet of the silvery tones
Prattling o'er its smooth gray stones;
With all sounds of beauty rare,—
Tell us, God is everywhere!

Visions of the morning light;
Dreams that haunt us in the night;
Shadowy hands that beckon hence;
Whisperings we know not whence;
Hopes that wear angelic wings;
Beautiful imaginings;
Yearnings after all things fair,—
Tell us, God is everywhere!

Courage then, O fainting heart,
Worn and weary as thou art!
What though earthly joys fall fast
As the leaves in Autumn's blast!
What though seas of trouble roll
Billowy darkness o'er thy soul!
Thou canst crush the phantom Care,
While thy God is everywhere!

When the shadows round thee fall
Blacker than a funeral pall;
When the tempest's brooding wrath
Bursts upon thy lonely path;
In all days of deep distress;
In all hours of loneliness,—
Bend the knee and breathe the prayer,—
For thy God is everywhere!