Lord of All
Along the rims of outer space
God moves as here on earth;
His love creates, His hand provides
Each thing of noble worth.
Where’er worlds are soon shall be
Each thing shall sing God’s praise
For He by whom each dawn is made
Shall rule o’er all our days.
No heart too small, no word too wide
To feel the Master’s touch;
Dear Lord of all we give Thee thanks
For Thou has sent so much.
O keep us, Lord, and help us live
Within these worlds of Thine
With hearts that look to Thee for grace
To grow in Light divine.
- Phyllis C. Michael -
