The Measureless Gulfs Of Air Are Full Of Thee. (Hymn)

"In Him we live, and move, and have our being."     The measureless gulfs of air are full of Thee:         Thou Art, and therefore hang the stars; they wait,     And swim, and shine in God who bade them be,         And hold their sundering voids inviolate.     A God concern'd (veil'd in pure light) to bless,         With sweet revealing of His love, the soul;     Toward things piteous, full of piteousness;         The Cause, the Life, and the continuing Whole.     He is more present to all things He made         Than anything unto itself can be;     Full-foliaged boughs of Eden could not shade         Afford, since God was also 'neath the tree.     Thou knowest me altogether; I knew not         Thy likeness till Thou mad'st it manifest.     There is no world but is Thy heaven; no spot         Remote; Creation leans upon Thy breast.     Thou art beyond all stars, yet in my heart         Wonderful whisperings hold Thy creature dumb;     I need no search afar; to me Thou art         Father, Redeemer, and Renewer - come.