O Thou whose footsteps are unknown,
Whose path is on the sea,—
Whose footstool earth, and heaven whose throne,
Dost Thou remember me?
O Thou whom winds and waves obey,
At whose supreme command
The shining worlds pursue their way,
Or in their orbits stand,—
Thou at whose touch the hills disperse,
And burning mountains flee,
Thou Ruler of the Universe,
Dost Thou remember me?
This world though fallen still is thine,
And dearer far to-day
Than all the countless orbs that shine
But never went astray.
For here the blessed Son of God
Was born, and wept, and died;
Our valleys and our hills he trod,
And they are sanctified.
On Him my guilty soul relies,
Through him I come to thee;
Thou dost accept my sacrifice,
Thou dost remember me!