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.