Ella Wheeler Wilcox

God's Majesty

I look upon the budding tree;
   I watch its leaves expand;
And through it all, O God, I see,
   The marvel of Thy hand.
And all my soul in worship sings,
O praise the Lord, the King of Kings!

I look upon this mortal frame
   So wonderfully made;
I note each perfect vein and nerve
   And I am sore afraid;
I temble, God, at thought of Thee
So awful in Thy Majesty.

I look upon the mighty sun,
   Upon the humble flower;
In both, O great and heavenly One,
   I read Thy wondrous power;
And in an ecstasy I raise
A song of thankfulness and praise.

I look upon the lightnings flash;
   I see the rain drops fall;
I listen to the thunders crash,
   And find Thee in it all;
In earth and sky, and sea and air,
Thou, O my God, art everywhere.