Poem by Thomas Moore

Thou Art, Oh God (From “Sacred Songs”)

Thou art, O God, the life and light
	Of all this wond’rous 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
	Along the op’ning 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 unnumber’d 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 that kindling eye.
Where’er we turn, Thy glories shine,
And all things fair and bright are Thine!

1. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 75
2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 16
3. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 27
4. From “Irish Melodies”. 114. I’ve a Secret to Tell Thee
5. Bright Be Thy Dreams

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