There is a book, who runs may read, (Relief)

There is a Book that all may read,
[or There is a Book, who runs may read,]
Which heav’nly truth imparts,
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.

The works of God above, below,
Within us and around,
Are pages in that Book, to show
How God Himself is found.

The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Maker’s love,
Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.

The moon above, the Church below,
A wondrous race they run;
But each their radiance, all their glow,
Each borrows of its Sun.

The Savior lends the light and heat
That crown His holy hill;
The saints, like stars, around His seat
Perform their courses still.

The saints above are stars in Heaven—
What are the saints on earth?
Like trees they stand whom God has given
Our Eden’s happy birth.

Faith is their fixed, unswerving root,
Hope their unfading flower,
Fair deeds of charity their fruit,
The glory of their bower.

The dew of Heav’n is like Thy grace,
It steals in silence down;
But where it lights, the favored place
By richest fruits is known.

One name, above all glorious names,
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs.

The raging fire, the roaring wind,
Thy boundless power display,
But in the gentler breeze we find
The Spirit’s viewless way.

Two worlds are ours: ’tis only sin
Forbids us to descry
The mystic heaven and earth within,
Plain as the sea and sky.

Thou, who hast giv’n me eyes to see,
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out Thee,
And read Thee everywhere.