Ancient of days! e’en Thou mad’st Thy dread presence known.

Mrs. Hemans.

In all the immense, the strange, and old,

Thy presence careless men behold;

In all the little, weak, and mean,

By Faith be thou as clearly seen.

Thou teachest not a leaf can grow,

Till life from Thee within it flow;

That not a speck of dust can be,

O Fount of Being, save by Thee!