THE LORD IS HERE

His voice can be heard in the roaring

Of breakers that crash on the shore.

His splendour is seen in the morning

As sunlight is coming once more.

Arise and come, the Lord is here!

Arise, my friends. He comes to share with you

A life that never ends.

His love can be seen in the children

Who romp in the playground in spring

His beauty is found in the faces

Of all who can smile and sing.

His might can be seen in the mountains

So still with the snow on their crest.

His pity is seen in the swallow

That cares for the young in its nest.

He comes in the heat of the city

'Mid noise of the cars and the mills.

He comes in the peace of the forest,

In desert or cool of the hills.