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Every Place a Temple

Author: Pierpont Hymnal: BHPPD866 #81 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: O Thou, to whom, in ancient time Lyrics: O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung; Whom kings adored in songs sublime, And prophets praised with glowing tongue: Not now on Zion’s height alone Thy favored worshippers may dwell; Nor where, at sultry noon, Thy Son Sat weary, by the Patriarch’s well. From every place below the skies, The grateful song, the fervent prayer,— The incense of the heart,—may rise To heaven, and find acceptance there. To Thee shall age, with snowy hair, And strength, and beauty, bend the knee; And childhood lisp, with reverent air, Its praises and its prayers to Thee! O Thou, to whom, in ancient time, The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To Thee, at last, in every clime, Shall temples rise, and praise be sung! Languages: English

God Everywhere Present

Hymnal: BHPPD866 #82 (1866) First Line: They who seek the throne of grace Lyrics: They who seek the throne of grace Find that throne in every place; If we live a life of prayer, God is present everywhere. In our sickness and our health, In our want, or in our wealth, If we look to God in prayer, God is present everywhere. When our earthly comforts fail, When the woes of life prevail, ’Tis the time for earnest prayer;— God is present everywhere. Then, my soul, in every strait To thy Father come, and wait; He will answer every prayer;— God is present everywhere. Languages: English

God in All

Author: Moore Hymnal: BHPPD866 #83 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: There's nothing bright, above, below Lyrics: There’s nothing bright, above, below, From flowers that bloom to stars that glow, But in its light my soul can see Some feature of the Deity. There’s nothing dark, below, above, But in its gloom I trace Thy love, And meekly wait the moment when Thy touch shall make all bright again. The heavens, the earth, where’er I look, Shall be one pure and shining book, Where I may read, in words of flame, The glories of Thy wondrous name. Languages: English

God’s Presence in Nature

Author: Moore Hymnal: BHPPD866 #84 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Thou art, O God, the life and light Lyrics: Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee: Where’er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, Those hues that make the sun’s decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are Thine. When night, with wings of starry gloom, O’ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine. When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath Thy kindling eye: Where’er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine. Languages: English

Nature’s Worship

Author: Whittier Hymnal: BHPPD866 #85 (1866) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: The ocean looketh up to heaven Lyrics: The ocean looketh up to heaven, As ’twere a living thing; The homage of its waves is given, In ceaseless worshipping. They kneel upon the sloping sand As bends the human knee; A beautiful and tireless band, The priesthood of the sea. The mists are lifted from the rills, Like the white wing of prayer; They kneel above the ancient hills, As doing homage there. The forest-tops are lowly cast O’er breezy hill and glen, As if a prayerful spirit passed On nature as on men. The sky is as a temple’s arch: The blue and wavy air Is glorious with the spirit march Of messengers at prayer. Languages: English

God in Nature

Author: H. M. Williams Hymnal: BHPPD866 #86 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: My God! all nature owns Thy sway Lyrics: My God! all nature owns Thy sway; Thou giv’st the night and Thou the day: When all Thy loved creation wakes, When morning, rich in lustre, breaks, And bathes in dew the opening flower, To Thee we owe her fragrant hour; And when she pours her choral song, Her melodies to Thee belong. Or when, in paler tints arrayed, The evening slowly spreads her shade, That soothing shade, that grateful gloom, Can, more than day’s enlivening bloom, Still every fond and vain desire, And calmer, purer thoughts inspire; From earth the longing spirit free, And lead the softened heart to Thee. As o’er Thy work the seasons roll, And soothe, with change of bliss, the soul, O, never may their smiling train Pass o’er the human sense in vain! But, oft as on their charms we gaze, Attune the wondering soul to praise; And be the joys that most we prize The joys that from Thy favor rise! Languages: English

God in His Works and Word

Author: Wreford Hymnal: BHPPD866 #87 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: God of the ocean, earth, and sky Lyrics: God of the ocean, earth, and sky, In Thy bright presence we rejoice; We feel Thee, see Thee ever nigh, And gladly hear Thy gracious voice. 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. 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. We meet Thee in the pensive hour When wearied nature sinks to rest; When dies the breeze, and sleeps the flower And peace is given to every breast. We see Thee when, at eve, afar We upward lift our wondering sight, We see Thee in each silent star That glorifies the gloom of night. But better still, and still more clear, Thee in Thy holy Son we see; There Thy own glorious words we hear, And learn the way to heaven and Thee. Languages: English

The Great Temple

Hymnal: BHPPD866 #88 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Though wandering in a stranger-land Lyrics: Though wandering in a stranger-land, Though on the waste no altar stand, Take comfort! thou art not alone, While Faith hath marked thee for her own. Wouldst thou a temple? look above,— The heavens stretch over all in love; A book? for thine evangel scan The wondrous history of man. And though no organ-peal be heard, In harmony the winds are stirred; And there the morning stars upraise Their ancient songs of deathless praise. Languages: English

The Heavens Declare the Glory of God

Author: W. H. Burleigh Hymnal: BHPPD866 #89 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Not only doth the voiceful day Lyrics: Not only doth the voiceful day Thy loving kindness, Lord! proclaim, But night, with its sublime array Of worlds, doth magnify Thy name. Yea, while adoring seraphim Before Thee bend the willing knee, From every star a choral hymn Goes up unceasingly to Thee. Day unto day doth utter speech, And night to night Thy voice makes known; Through all the earth, where thought may reach, Is heard the glad and solemn tone; 87 And worlds, beyond the farthest star Whose light hath reached a human eye, Catch the high anthem from afar, That rolls along immensity. Languages: English

Voice of God in the Soul

Author: Bulfinch Hymnal: BHPPD866 #90 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Hath not thy heart within thee burned Lyrics: Hath not thy heart within thee burned At evening’s calm and holy hour, As if its inmost depths discerned The presence of a loftier power? Hast thou not heard ’mid forest glades, While ancient rivers murmured by, A voice from forth the eternal shades, That spake a present Deity? And as, upon the sacred page, Thine eye in rapt attention turned O’er records of a holier age, Hath not thy heart within thee burned? It was the voice of God that spake In silence to thy silent heart; And bade each worthier thought awake, And every dream of earth depart. Voice of our God, O, yet be near! In low, sweet accents, whisper peace; Direct us on our pathway here, Then bid in heaven our wanderings cease. Languages: English