Tossed on the sea or couching on the shore.

Earth cries out: Who is God? That soul divine

Whose presence fills the illimitable place;

Who with one step doth span the realms of space;

Who lends his splendor in the sun to shine;

Who bade from nothing rise creation’s morn;

Who made on nothingness the world to stand;

Who held the sea in check ere yet was land;

Who gazed, and light ineffable was born;

For whom no morrow and no yesterday;