Sonn, 
HOU Giver of all earthly good— 
Thou wonder-working Power, 
Whose Spirit smiles in every star, 
And breathes in every flower ; 
How gratefully we speak Thy name, 
How gladly own Thy sway, 
How thrillingly Thy presence feels 
When ’mid Thy works we stray ! 
We may forget Thee for a time, 
In scenes with tumult rife, 
When worldly cares or pleasures claim 
Too large a share of life ; 
But not in Nature’s sweet domain, 
Where every thing we see, 
From loftiest mount to lowliest flower 
Is eloquent of Thee. 














