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.