GOD is present with us—let us fall and
worship,
Holy is the place;
God is in the midst, our souls are silent,
Bowed before His Face.
Lord, we kneel before Thee,
Awed by love Divine,
We of Thee unworthy
Own that we are Thine.
Gladly cast before Thee all delights and
pleasures,
All our hoarded store—
Lord, behold our hearts, our souls, and
bodies,
Thine, and ours no more.
We, O God, Thine only,
Nevermore our own—
Thine the praise and honor,
Thine, and Thine alone.
Thou Who fillest all things, in Thee, living,
moving,
Evermore are we;
Shoreless sea unsounded, mystery and
wonder,
Sinks my soul in Thee—
I in Thee—no longer
Bound in self's dark prison,
And the life that moves me,
Fills me, Christ arisen.
Thou the Light that fillest all the endless
heavens,
Shinest on my face,
As the tender flowers joyfully unfolding
In their silent grace,
Whilst the Sun beholds them—
Thus my soul is still,
Thine the glorious power,
Thine the mighty will.
Mine but to be simple; in the fields of heaven
All my sweet employ,
Loving and delighting, as a child that
singeth
With unbidden joy—
As an eagle soaring
Up the radiant skies,
Even now to find Thee
In Thy Paradise.
G. T. S.