And the vivid lightnings fly
Through the air;--
When the deafening thunders roll,
Peace to thee, O troubled soul--
God is there!

When the dreary storm is past,
And the promised bow at last--
Bright and fair--
In the cloudy sky appears,
Smiling still through Nature's tears
God is there!

When the tender buds unfold
Bright with purple and with gold
In the air,--
Or, at twilight when they close
Wrapped awhile in sweet repose
God is there!

Where the robin chants her lay
Sweetly at the dawn of day,
Or with care
Builds her soft and downy nest,
Lulls her little brood to rest,
God is there!

When the countless stars appear,
Ever to the listening ear
They declare: