Far off, O God, and yet most near,
Unseen, yet shin­ing clear in all,
Thy pre­sence moves, Thy ways ap­pear,
In sys­tem’s rise and spar­row’s fall.

Thy pur­pose through the ag­es ran,
Thy Word Thy pro­phets bore abroad,
Thy love be­came a Son of Man,
To make men with Him sons of God.

Our eyes Thy love­li­ness dis­cern,
Where na­ture weaves Thy won­drous dress,
And in sweet hu­man lives we learn
The beau­ty of Thy ho­li­ness.

Our lives with­in Thy be­ing stand,
Our scienc­es om­nis­ci­ence prove,
Thy law is but Thy clasp­ing hand,
Thine or­der is Thy per­fect love.