We feel Thee, see Thee ever nigh,
And gladly hear Thy gracious voice.
2 We feel Thee in the sunny beam;
We see Thee walk the mountain waves;
We hear Thee in the murmuring stream,
And when the tempest wildly raves.
3 God on the lonely hills we meet,
God, in the vale and fragrant grove,
While birds and whispering winds repeat,
That God is there,—the God of love.