We Need Not Soar Above The Skies


We need not soar above the skies,
Leave suns and stars below,
And seek thee, with unclouded eyes,
In all that angels know;
The very breath we now inhale,
The pulse in every heart,
Attest with force that can not fail,
Thou art–O God! thou art!

If, ‘midst the ever-during songs
Of universal joy–
The chime of worlds and chant of tongues–
The praise that we employ
May breathe its music in thine ear,
Its meaning in thy heart,
Our glad confession deign to hear
Thou art–O God! thou art!