GOD IS THERE.

When the howling winds are high,

And the vivid lightnings fly

Through the air;—

When the deafening thunders roll,

Peace to thee, O troubled soul —

God is there!

When the dreary storm is past,

And the promised bow at last —

Bright and fair —

In the cloudy sky appears,

Smiling still through Nature's tears

God is there!

When the tender buds unfold

Bright with purple and with gold

In the air,—

Or, at twilight when they close

Wrapped awhile in sweet repose

God is there!

Where the robin chants her lay

Sweetly at the dawn of day,

Or with care

Builds her soft and downy nest,

Lulls her little brood to rest,

God is there!

When the countless stars appear,

Ever to the listening ear

They declare:

He who sees the sparrows fall

Made us and supports us all;

God is there!

When the youthful knee is bent,

And to heaven is humbly sent

Grateful prayer,—

Bending from his throne above

Full of tenderness and love

God is there!

Though his arm sustains the spheres

‘ Tis the sweetest sound he hears —

Child-like prayer;

Seek then oft the peaceful shade:

There our Blessed Saviour prayed —

God is there!