Lord of earth, Thy forming hand

Verse 1

Lord of earth! thy forming hand Well this beauteous frame hath planned; Woods that wave, and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in his power: Yet, amid this scene so fair, Should I cease thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I on earth but thee?

Verse 2

Lord of heaven! beyond our sight Shines a world of purer light; There in love’s unclouded reign Parted hands shall meet again: Oh, that world is passing fair! Yet, if thou wert absent there, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I in heaven but thee?