The waters at his bidding flow, The mountain and its flower Their majesty and beauty show, As traces of his power. The lilies by the meadow rills Are leaning on his hand; And so the cedar of the hills, The palm and olive stand. He formed the birds, that sport along On light and brilliant wing; And tuned them with the voice of song And joy his praise to sing. This earth is ours, so rich and fair From him, who made it thus-- Who sends his angels down with care To minister to us. The rainbow, with its beauteous dies, A pledge to man, is lent By him, who spreads the shining skies Around him, "as a tent." The heavens, my child, are full of him! Yon radiant sun above Is but an image, cold and dim, Of his great power and love. He placed that glorious orb on high, In splendor there to roll, To warm the world, to light the eye; He lights and warms the soul. And lest the night with sable shade That azure vault should mar, He moved his finger there, and made, At every touch, a star. With these the moon, his beaming gift, Here lets her lustre fall, Our thoughts to win, our hearts to lift To him, who gave them all. And he is ours--that Holy One, Our Father, Guide, and Friend; In ways untravelled by the sun, In love that ne'er shall end. 'T is sweet to worship him below, With his approving eye To mark the way, our spirits go To seek his face on high. THE HERALD'S CRY IN THE DESERT. "He was not that Light; but was sent to bear witness of that Light." ST. JOHN i. 8. Awake, O ye nations, and, shaking The slumber of death from your eyes, Behold the fair morn in its breaking, The SUN of all glory arise. He comes, mist and dimness dispelling; The shadows and clouds flee away: Ho! all, that in darkness are dwelling, Spring up, and rejoice in the day! Ye dying, life's waters revealing, He 'll show you to fountain and streams: Ye wounded, for you he brings healing; Come out and repose in his beams. Come, all ye disconsolate, hailing Your King in his beauty and might; His raiment mount Ebal is veiling; Mount Gerizim shines with his light. O praise him, ye weary, in wonder To feel your hard burdens unbound! Ye captives, your bars fall asunder; With shoutings leap forth at the sound. Your names on his breastplate he 's wearing; They 're set as the seal of his ring; Ye nations, your highways preparing, Receive, and be glad in your King! OUR FATHER'S WELL. Come, let 's go back, my brother, And, by our father's well, Sit down beside each other, Life's little dreams to tell.