p. 250 | IF THERE BE GLORY by Maxwell Grey

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Feb 20, 1893

IF THERE BE GLORY.

By Maxwell Grey

If there be glory in the sun, If splendor on the sea, Sweet music in all rills that run, Great God, it is of thee.

Thy splendor broods on icy peaks; Thy torrents thunder fills; It is thy majesty that speaks Among the lonely hills.

The sweetest spring flower ever blushed On brightest morn of May, The richest bird song ever gushed At rosiest shut of day,

The maiden moon that strayeth lone And pensive through the sky, Unloosing from her silver zone Her largesse silently,

The solemn majesty of night, Its stillness and its stars, The glory when, in growing light, The crimson day unbars—

All could not charm except some thought From thee within them stirred; They touch man's soul, for thou hast wrought Their beauty by thy word.

If there be glory in the sun, If splendor on the sea, Sweet music in all rills that run, Great God, it is of thee.

God thought; worlds rolled in sudden space He spake, and life was there; The universe in his embrace Reposes and is fair.

—Maxwell Grey, in United Presbyterian.