The reasoning thought, the effective skill,
And, ruling all, the Almighty will.
Bishop Mant.
In the Beginning primal darkness flung
Her veil o’er chaos, void and formless all;
The brooding Spirit o’er the waters hung;
The father’s fiat moved the empty pall:
“Let there be Light!” Forthwith Creation sprung
Glad into being. Thy Creating Love,
Lord, I believe! Mine unbelief remove.