In echo’s accents—silvery sweet—

That Thou, O Lord, didst give it birth.

There is a tongue in every flame,

There is a tongue in every wave,

To these the bounteous Godhead gave

These organs but to praise His name!

O mighty Lord of boundless space

Here canst Thou be both sought and found.

For here in everything around

Thy presence and Thy power I trace;