His hand I see in every force and power,
Where waves the harvest and where blooms the flower;
In every breath I draw, my spirit burneth:
His love discerneth.
When summer winds blow gently, then I hear Him;
Where sing the birds, where rush the streams, I’m near Him;
But nearer still when in my heart He blesses
Me with caresses.
O where such beauty is itself revealing
In all that lives, through all creation stealing,