I hear Thy voice within the world,
Thy thunder from the heaven hurled;
I lean and listen to the trees
Chanting Thine age-long litanies.
Over white leagues of ice and snow,
Through drift and storm I watch Thee go;
Upon the sea's sad surge behold
Marks of Thy journeyings manifold.
Where lilies lowly bow the head
Some marvel of Thyself is shed;
Earth's joyous, wild, and wandering things
Are hints of Thy rememberings.
From mist of stars upward to man,
Lord, all Thy ways I dimly scan.
To what divine and unguessed goals,
Comrade, invitest Thou all souls!