“God is everywhere”

A Trodden daisy, from the sward,   With tearful eye I took, And on its ruined glories I,   With moving heart, did look; For, crushed and broken though it was,   That little flower was fair; And oh! I loved the dying bud,   For God was there! I stood upon the sea-beat shore,   The waves came rushing on; The tempest raged in giant wrath,   The light of day was gone. The sailor from his drowning bark   Sent up his dying prayer; I looked amid the ruthless storm,   And God was there! I sought a lonely, woody dell,   Where all things soft and sweet, Birds, flowers, and trees, and running streams,   Mid bright sunshine did meet: I stood beneath an old oak’s shade,   And summer round was fair; I gazed upon the peaceful scene,   And God was there! I saw a home—a happy home—   Upon a bridal day, And youthful hearts were blithesome there,   And aged hearts were gay: I sat amid the smiling band   Where all so blissful were— Among the bridal maidens sweet—   And God was there! I stood beside an infant’s couch,   When light had left its eye— I saw the mother’s bitter tears,   I heard her woful cry— I saw her kiss its fair pale face,   And smooth its yellow hair; And oh, I loved the mourner’s home,   For God was there! I sought a cheerless wilderness—   A desert, pathless wild— Where verdure grew not by the streams,   Where beauty never smiled; Where desolation brooded o’er   A muirland lone and bare, And awe upon my spirit crept,   For God was there! I looked upon the lowly flower,   And on each blade of grass; Upon the forests, wide and deep,   I saw the tempests pass: I gazed on all created things   In earth, in sea, and air; Then bent the knee—for God, in love,   Was everywhere!