174. L. M. 6l. Moore.
All Things are of God.
1Thou 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.
2When day, with farewell beam delays
Among the opening clouds of even,