Father and friend! Thy light, Thy love,
Beaming through all Thy works we see;
Thy glo­ry gilds the hea­vens above,
And all the earth is full of Thee.

Thy voice we hear—Thy pre­sence feel,
While Thou, too pure for mor­tal sight,
Involved in clouds—in­vi­si­ble,
Reignest the Lord of life and light.

We know not in what hal­lowed part
Of the wide hea­vens Thy throne may be,
But this we know, that where Thou art,
Strength, wis­dom, good­ness dwell with Thee.

And through the va­ri­ous maze of time,
And through th’in­fi­ni­ty of space,
We follow Thy ca­reer sub­lime,
And all Thy won­drous foot­steps trace.

Thy child­ren shall not faint nor fear,
Sustained by this de­light­ful thought;
Since Thou, their God, art ev­ery­where,
They can­not be where Thou art not.