Power of the Almighty

God of the chainless winds, that wildly wreckThe moaning forest, and the ancient oakRend like a sapling spray, and sweep the sandO'er the lost caravan, that trod, with prideOf tinkling bells, and camel's arching neck,The burning desert—a dense host at morn,At eve a bubble on the trackless waste—God of the winds! canst thou not rule the heart,And gather back its passions when thou wilt,Bidding them "Peace: be still!"God of the waves,That toss and mock the mightiest argosy,As the wild zephyr frets the thistle-down,Until the sternest leader's heart doth meltBecause of trouble—Thou who call'st them backFrom their rough challenge to the muffled sky,And bidd'st them harmless lave an infant's feetThat seeketh silver shells—canst Thou not curbThe tumult of the nations, the hot wrathOf warring kings, who, like the babe, must die;Vaunting this day in armour, and the next,Unshrouded, slumbering on the battle-field?God of the unfathom'd, unresisted deep!We trust in Thee, and know in whom we trust.

—God of the solemn stars, that tread so trueThe path by thee appointed, every one,

From the slight asteroid to the vast orbThat lists the watchword, or the music-marchOf farthest planets round their monarch suns,Marshall'd in glorious ranks, so teach our souls,That when, unbodied from this lower world,Trembling, they launch, they may not lose the clewThat guides from sun to sun, through boundless space,The stranger-atom to a home with Thee.