Where'er the foot of man hath trod, <br />He feels the presence of a God: <br />Around, above, beneath,-where'er <br />His thought can reach, a God is there. <br /> <br /> <br />In midnight darkness he can see <br />The spirit of the Deity: <br />In midnight solitude, his ear <br />The noiseless voice of God can hear. <br /> <br /> <br />Around His throne no lightnings play, <br />No thunder marks His awful way: <br />He walks in silence through the air, <br />And He is here, and everywhere! <br /> <br /> <br />God is all eye, all ear-the soul <br />That animates this wondrous whole: <br />The ray that lights our senses dim, <br />Is a reflection caught from Him. <br /> <br /> <br />God is our origin and end, <br />From Him we came, to Him we tend; <br />What an exalted strife to be <br />Deserving such a destiny!<br /><br />John Bowring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-omnipresent/
