The Thought of God (Hymn)
The thought of God, the thought of Thee, Who liest in my heart, And yet beyond imagined space Outstretched and present art, The thought of Thee, above, below, Around me and within, Is more to me than health and wealth, Or love of kith and kin. The thought of God is like the tree Beneath whose shade I lie, And watch the fleets of snowy clouds Sail o’er the silent sky. ’Tis like that soft invading light, Which in all darkness shines, The thread that through life’s sombre web In golden pattern twines. It is a thought which ever makes Life’s sweetest smiles from tears, And is a daybreak to our hopes, A sunset to our fears; One while it bids the tears to flow, Then wipes them from the eyes, Most often fills our souls with joy, And always sanctifies. Within a thought so great, our souls Little and modest grow, And, by its vastness awed, we learn The art of walking slow. The wild flower on the messy ground Scarce bends its pliant form, When overhead the autumnal wood Is thundering like a stor...