All thought, all desires,
    That are under the sun,
Are one with their fires,
    As we also are one.
All matter, all spirit,
    All fashion, all frame,
Receive and inherit
    Their strength from the same.

Oh, man that deniest
    All power save thine own
Their power in the highest
    Is mightily shown.
Not less in the lowest
    That power is made clear.
(Oh, man, if thou knowest,
    What treasure is here!)

Earth quakes in her throes
    And we wonder for why.
But the blind planet knows
    When her ruler is nigh;
And, attuned since Creation
    To perfect accord,
She thrills in her station
    And yearns to her Lord.

The waters have risen,
    The springs are unbound—
The floods break their prison,
    And ravin around.
No rampart withstands ’em,
    Their fury will last,
Till the Sign that commands ’em
    Sinks low or swings past.

Through abysses unproven,
    O’er gulfs beyond thought,
Our portion is woven,
    Our burden is brought.
Yet They that prepare it,
    Whose Nature we share,
Make us who must bear it
    Well able to bear.

Though terrors o’ertake us
    We’ll not be afraid.
No Power can unmake us
    Save that which has made:
Nor yet beyond reason
    Or hope shall we fall—
All things have their season,
    And Mercy crowns all!

Then, doubt not, ye fearful—
    The Eternal is King—
Up, heart, and be cheerful,
    And lustily sing:—
What chariots, what horses,
    Against us shall bide
While the Stars in their courses
    Do fight on our side ?