1 In the silence of the night,
In the dawn of morning light,
In the breezes soft and warm,
In the thunder of the storm
Speaks a voice that all may hear,
Ever saying:—“God is here!”
Pause and worship—Him revere!
Nature whispers:—“God is here!”

2 In the blended rainbow hue,
In the glint of morning dew;
In the roar of ocean wave,
In the newly fashioned grave;
In the burning, blinding tear,
Still repeating:—“God is here!”
Pause and worship—Him revere!
Nature whispers:—“God is here!”

3 In the quiet, restful bow’r,
In the rush of busy hour;
In the halls of wealth and pride,
In the forest wild and wide;
In the hour when death is near,
Hear it whisper:—“God is here!”
Pause and worship—Him revere!
Nature whispers:—“God is here!”