There is a book, who runs may read, br Which heavenly truth imparts, br And all the lore its scholars need, br Pure eyes and Christian hearts. br br The works of God above, below, br Within us and around, br Are pages in that book, to show br How God Himself is found. br br The glorious sky embracing all br Is like the Maker's love, br Wherewith encompassed, great and small br In peace and order move. br br The Moon above, the Church below, br A wondrous race they run, br But all their radiance, all their glow, br Each borrows of its Sun. br br The Savour lends the light and heat br That crowns His holy hill; br The saints, like stars, around His seat br Perform their courses still. br br The saints above are stars in heaven - br What are the saints on earth? br Like tress they stand whom God has given, br Our Eden's happy birth. br br Faith is their fixed unswerving root, br Hope their unfading flower, br Fair deeds of charity their fruit, br The glory of their bower. br br The dew of heaven is like Thy grace, br It steals in silence down; br But where it lights, this favoured place br By richest fruits is known. br br One Name above all glorious names br With its ten thousand tongues br The everlasting sea proclaims. br Echoing angelic songs. br br The raging Fire, the roaring Wind, br Thy boundless power display; br But in the gentler breeze we find br Thy Spirit's viewless way. br br Two worlds are ours: 'tis only Sin br Forbids us to descry br The mystic heaven and earth within, br Plain as the sea and sky. br br Thou, who hast given me eyes to see br And love this sight so fair, br Give me a heart to find out Thee, br And read Thee everywhere.