1’Scripture Verse

Put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground. Exodus 3:5


Words: Hen­ry J. van Dyke, 1921.

Music: Ho­ly Hill Will­iam H. Pon­ti­us (1844–1908) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Pon­ti­us (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Henry J. Van Dyke (1852–1933)


Thy wis­dom and Thy might ap­pear,
Eternal God, through ev­ery year;
From day to day, from hour to hour,
Thy works re­veal self-or­dered pow­er.

We wor­ship Thee whose will hath laid
Thy so­ve­reign rule on all things made;
The faith­ful stars, the fruit­ful earth,
Obey Thy laws that gave them birth.

Yet Thou canst make a mar­vel shine
Amid these migh­ty laws of Thine;
As when Thy ser­vant Mo­ses came
And saw the bush with Thee aflame.

We turn aside and tread the ways
That lead through won­der up to praise;
Wherever Thou by man art found
The home­ly earth is ho­ly ground.

If Thou hast formed us out of dust
Through ag­es long, in Thee we trust;
O grant us in our souls to see
The liv­ing flame that comes from Thee.