God of the Universe, Whose Hand

God of the uni­verse

whose hand

Hath filled with suns the fields of space

Round which

ob­ey­ing Thy com­mand

The peo­pled worlds ful­fill their race.

How vast the re­gion where Thy hand

Existence

form

and or­der gives;

Pleased the wide cup with joy to fill

For all that grows

and feels and lives.

Lord

while we thank Thee

let us learn

Beneficence to all be­low;

Those praise Thee best

whose bo­soms burn

To spread the gifts from Thee that flow.

So at the aw­ful hour of change

Our frames the bonds of death shall tear

Through that whole star­ry vast to range

Thy boun­ty to ad­mire and share.