Poem: Thou art, O God

This is a beautifully-written poem honoring God and his creation, by Thomas Moore.



Thou art, O God


Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see;
Its glow by day, its smile by night,
Are but reflections caught from Thee.
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine!

When Day, with farewell beam delays
Among the op'ning clouds of Even,
And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into Heaven--
Those hues that make the Sun's decline
So soft, so radiant, Lord! are Thine.

When Night, with wings of starry gloom,
O'ershadows all the earth and skies,
Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume
Is sparkling with unnumber'd eyes--
That sacred gloom, those fires divine,
So grand, so countless, Lord! are Thine.

When youthful Spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh;
And every flower the Summer wreathes
Is borne beneath that kindling eye.
Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things bright and fair are Thine!