Lord of All Worlds (Adams)

Lord of all worlds

let thanks and praise

To Thee for­ev­er fill my soul;

With bless­ings Thou hast crowned my days—

My heart

my head

my hand con­trol:

O

let no vain pre­sump­tions rise

No im­pi­ous mur­mur in my heart

To crave the boon Thy will de­nies

Or shrink from ill Thy hands im­part.

Thy child am I

and not an hour

Revolving in the orbs ab­ove

But brings some to­ken of Thy pow­er

But brings some to­ken of Thy love;

And shall this bo­som dare re­pine

In dark­ness dare de­ny the dawn

Or spurn the trea­sures of the mine

Because one dia­mond is with­drawn?

The fool de­nies

the fool alone

Thy be­ing

Lord

and bound­less might;

Denies the fir­ma­ment

Thy throne

Denies the sun’s me­ri­di­an light;

Denies the fa­shion of his frame

The voice he hears

the breath he draws;

O id­iot athe­ist! to pro­claim

Effects un­num­bered with­out cause!

Matter and mind

mys­ter­ious one

Are man’s for three­score years and ten;

Where

ere the thread of life was spun?

Where

when re­duced to dust again?

All-see­ing God

the doubt sup­press;

The doubt Thou on­ly canst re­lieve;

My soul Thy Sav­ior Son shall bless

Fly to Thy Gos­pel

and be­lieve.