The Majesty of the Creator.
By Arthur Lockhart
“Great is our God, and of great power,”—Psalms. The Lord is still his people's trust ;
Jehovah! he alone is great ;
Beneath him empires sink in dust,
And princes yield their idle state. The Lord is great! On every hand
Heaven rings with triumph and acclaim,
And earth, redeemed, in every land
Exalts the universal Name. On chords by the Creator strung,
The storm's rude hand an anthem plays ;
And the green forests throb with song,
And tremble with spontaneous praise. The rolling floods, and all that go
Through their lone depths, hoarse tribute bring ;
And mountains, from their peaks of snow,
Their awful songs of thunder sing. 'Mid starry clusters of the skies,
Or brightening suns, or twilights dim,—
Where'er we turn our wondering eyes,—
We something find to speak of him. The simplest flower its magic feels,
Where'er his quickening life is poured ;
And every flaming orb reveals
The glory of its sovereign Lord.
—Rev. Arthur Lockhart.