Our God, to Whom We Turn

Our God

to whom we turn

When wea­ry with il­lu­sion

Whose stars se­rene­ly burn

Above this earth’s con­fu­sion

Thine is the migh­ty plan

The stead­fast or­der sure

In which the world be­gan

Endures

and will en­dure.

Thou art Thy­self the truth;

Though we who fain would find Thee

Have tried

with thoughts un­couth

In fee­ble words to bind Thee

It is be­cause Thou art

We’re driv­en to the quest;

Till truth from false­hood part

Our souls can find no rest.

All beau­ty speaks of Thee:

The mount­ains and the riv­ers

The line of lift­ed sea

Where spread­ing moon­light qui­vers

The deep-toned or­gan blast

That rolls through arch­es dim

Hints of the mu­sic vast

Of Thine eter­nal hymn.

Wherever good­ness lurks

We catch Thy tones ap­peal­ing;

Where man for jus­tice works

Thou art Thy­self re­veal­ing;

The blood of man

for man

On friend­ship’s al­tar spilt

Betrays the mys­tic plan

On which Thy house is built.

Thou hid­den fount of love

Of peace

and truth

and beau­ty

Inspire us from ab­ove

With joy and strength for du­ty.

May Thy fresh light arise

Within each cloud­ed heart

And give us op­en eyes

To see Thou as Thou art.