963. L. M. Bowring. Evening Hymn with Nature.
1 To Thee, my God! to thee I bring
The evening's grateful offering;
From thee, the source of joy above,
Flow everlasting streams of love;
And all the rays of light that shine,
And bless creation, Lord! are thine.
2 The morn, when stepping down the hills --
The noon, which all creation fills
With glory; evening's placid fall,
The twilight and the raven pall
Of midnight; all alike proclaim
Thy great, thine all impressive name.
3 And from the little worm, whose light
Shines palely through the shades of night,
Up to the sparkling stars that run
Their evening rounds -- or glorious sun,
Rolling his car to twilight's rest --
All, all in thee is bright and blest.
4 And over all -- above, below,
We see thee -- ever-present thou!
In every wandering rill that flows,
In every gentle breeze that blows;
In every rising, setting sun,
We trace thee -- own thee -- holy One!
5 Yes! in the mid-day's fervid beams,
And in the midnight's shadowy dreams,
In action and repose, we see,
We recognize and worship thee;
To thee our worthiest songs would give,
And in thee die, and to thee live.