HYMN BY TWILIGHT.
Seethe hues of evening fadingFrom the sky and tranquil bay;See the groves, with deeper shading,Brown the dale as fails the ray.Hear the distant torrent falling,Hear the note of whip-poor-will,Hear the shepherd homeward callingFlocks that bleat on lonely hill.See yon cloud the distance glooming,Hear its far-off thunder roar,Hear the distant ocean’s boomingBillows beat the eternal shore.God is in the hues of heavenFading from the sky and bay;God is in the shades of even,That chase the heavenly hues away.God is in the torrent falling,In the song of whip-poor-will,In the voice of shepherd calling,In the bleating on the hill,In the cloud the distance glooming,In the distant thunder’s roar,In the far-off ocean boomingOn his everlasting shore.God! Thou art all substance wreathingInto forms that suit thy will;God! Thou art through all things breathingOne harmonious anthem still.
Seethe hues of evening fadingFrom the sky and tranquil bay;See the groves, with deeper shading,Brown the dale as fails the ray.Hear the distant torrent falling,Hear the note of whip-poor-will,Hear the shepherd homeward callingFlocks that bleat on lonely hill.See yon cloud the distance glooming,Hear its far-off thunder roar,Hear the distant ocean’s boomingBillows beat the eternal shore.God is in the hues of heavenFading from the sky and bay;God is in the shades of even,That chase the heavenly hues away.God is in the torrent falling,In the song of whip-poor-will,In the voice of shepherd calling,In the bleating on the hill,In the cloud the distance glooming,In the distant thunder’s roar,In the far-off ocean boomingOn his everlasting shore.God! Thou art all substance wreathingInto forms that suit thy will;God! Thou art through all things breathingOne harmonious anthem still.
Seethe hues of evening fadingFrom the sky and tranquil bay;See the groves, with deeper shading,Brown the dale as fails the ray.
Seethe hues of evening fading
From the sky and tranquil bay;
See the groves, with deeper shading,
Brown the dale as fails the ray.
Hear the distant torrent falling,Hear the note of whip-poor-will,Hear the shepherd homeward callingFlocks that bleat on lonely hill.
Hear the distant torrent falling,
Hear the note of whip-poor-will,
Hear the shepherd homeward calling
Flocks that bleat on lonely hill.
See yon cloud the distance glooming,Hear its far-off thunder roar,Hear the distant ocean’s boomingBillows beat the eternal shore.
See yon cloud the distance glooming,
Hear its far-off thunder roar,
Hear the distant ocean’s booming
Billows beat the eternal shore.
God is in the hues of heavenFading from the sky and bay;God is in the shades of even,That chase the heavenly hues away.
God is in the hues of heaven
Fading from the sky and bay;
God is in the shades of even,
That chase the heavenly hues away.
God is in the torrent falling,In the song of whip-poor-will,In the voice of shepherd calling,In the bleating on the hill,
God is in the torrent falling,
In the song of whip-poor-will,
In the voice of shepherd calling,
In the bleating on the hill,
In the cloud the distance glooming,In the distant thunder’s roar,In the far-off ocean boomingOn his everlasting shore.
In the cloud the distance glooming,
In the distant thunder’s roar,
In the far-off ocean booming
On his everlasting shore.
God! Thou art all substance wreathingInto forms that suit thy will;God! Thou art through all things breathingOne harmonious anthem still.
God! Thou art all substance wreathing
Into forms that suit thy will;
God! Thou art through all things breathing
One harmonious anthem still.