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Poems About God

Table of Contents

  1. The Little Harebell by Anonymous
  2. God is Everywhere by Joseph Hutton
  3. The Still, Small Voice by Anonymous
  4. Remember by Anonymous
  5. Who Made the Stars? by Anonymous
  6. God is Great and Good by Anonymous
  7. God Is Love by Ann Hawkshaw
  8. God is Guide by Amos Russel Wells
  9. The Creator by John Keble
  10. Vestigia by Bliss Carman
  11. Here and Now by Bliss Carman
  12. Triumphalis by Bliss Carman
  13. Hymn at Sea by Lydia Howard Sigourney
  14. The Gate of the Year by Minnie Louise Haskins
  15. Happiness Is To Be Found In God Alone by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott
  16. My God by William Henry Dawson
  17. Winter Now by Samuel Longfellow
  18. All Things Bright and Beautiful by Cecil Frances Alexander
  19. God's Love by Kate Louise Wheeler
  20. Bring me the sunset in a cup by Emily Dickinson

Turn, turn, my wheel! This earthen jar
A touch can make, a touch can mar;
And shall it to the Potter say,
What makest thou? Thou hast no hand?
As men who think to understand
A world by their Creator planned,
Who wiser is than they.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Song of the Potter
  1. The Little Harebell

    by Anonymous

    "Tell me, little harebell,
    Are you lonely here.
    Blooming in the shadow
    On this rock so drear?"

    "Clinging to this bit of earth,
    As if in mid-air,
    With your sweet face turned to me,
    Looking strangely fair?"

    "Lady" said the harebell,
    Nodding low its head,
    "Though this spot seem dreary,
    Thought the sunlight's fled.

    "Know that I'm not lonely
    That I ne'er despair.
    God is in the shadow
    God is everywhere."

  2. God is Everywhere

    by Joseph Hutton

    Oh! show me where is He,
    The high and holy One,
    To whom thou bend'st the knee,
    And prayest, "Thy will be done!"
    I hear thy song of praise,
    And lo! no form is near:
    Thine eyes I see thee raise,
    But where doth God appear?
    Oh! teach me who is God, and where his glories shine,
    That I may kneel and pray, and call thy Father mine.

    "Gaze on that arch above:
    The glittering vault admire.
    Who taught those orbs to move?
    Who lit their ceaseless fire?
    Who guides the moon to run
    In silence through the skies?
    Who bids that dawning sun
    In strength and beauty rise?
    There view immensity! behold! my God is there:
    The sun, the moon, the stars, his majesty declare.

    "See where the mountains rise:
    Where thundering torrents foam;
    Where, veiled in towering skies,
    The eagle makes his home:
    Where savage nature dwells,
    My God is present, too:
    Through all her wildest dells
    His footsteps I pursue:
    He reared those giant cliffs, supplies that dashing stream,
    Provides the daily food which stills the wild bird's scream.

    "Look on that world of waves,
    Where finny nations glide;
    Within whose deep, dark caves
    The ocean monsters hide:
    His power is sovereign there,
    To raise, to quell the storm;
    The depths his bounty share,
    Where sport the scaly swarm:
    Tempests and calms obey the same almighty voice,
    Which rules the earth and skies, and bids far worlds rejoice."

  3. The Still, Small Voice

    by Anonymous

    When the winds of trouble blow,
    When the tempests roar,
    When the angry waves of woe
    Break upon the shore,
    Let me know that God is near,
    Let me still rejoice,
    Let me in the tempest hear
    The still, small voice.

    When the earthquake rends the rock,
    When the world is torn,
    When in sudden, awful shock
    Men and nations mourn,
    Let me know that God abides,
    Even then rejoice,
    Since in every earthquake hides
    The still, small voice.

    When the world is all aflame
    With a sweeping fire,
    When God's wrath and human shame
    Burn with dreadful ire,
    Let me know God's love to men,
    Let me still rejoice,
    Gladly hearing, even then,
    The still, small voice.

  4. Remember

    by Anonymous

    Remember, child, remember,
    That God is in the sky;
    That He looks down on all we do,
    With an ever-wakeful eye.

    Remember, oh remember,
    That, all the day and night,
    He sees our thoughts and actions
    With an ever-watchful sight.

    Remember, child, remember,
    That God is good and true;
    That He wishes us to always be
    Like Him in all we do.

    Remember that He ever hates
    A falsehood or a lie;
    Remember He will punish, too,
    The wicked, by and by.

    Remember, oh remember,
    That He is like a friend,
    And wishes us to holy be,
    And happy, in the end.

    Remember, child, remember,
    To pray to Him in heaven;
    And if you have been doing wrong,
    Oh, ask to be forgiven.

    Be sorry, in your little prayer,
    And whisper in his ear;
    Ask his forgiveness and his love.
    And He will surely hear.

    Remember, child, remember,
    That you love, with all your might,
    The God who watches o'er us,
    And gives us each delight;
    Who guards us ever through the day,
    And saves us in the night.

  5. Who Made the Stars?

    by Anonymous

    "Mother, who made the stars, which light
    The beautiful blue sky?
    Who made the moon, so clear and bright,
    That rises up so high?"

    "'T was God, my child, the Glorious One,
    He formed them by his power;
    He made alike the brilliant sun,
    And every leaf and flower.

    "He made your little feet to walk;
    Your sparkling eyes to see;
    Your busy, prattling tongue to talk,
    And limbs so light and free.

    "He paints each fragrant flower that blows,
    With loveliness and bloom;
    He gives the violet and the rose
    Their beauty and perfume.

    "Our various wants his hands supply;
    He guides us every hour;
    We're kept beneath his watchful eye,
    And guarded by his power.

    "Then let your little heart, my love,
    Its grateful homage pay
    To that kind Friend, who, from above,
    Thus guides you every day.

    "In all the changing scenes of time,
    On Him our hopes depend;
    In every age, in every clime,
    Our Father and our Friend."

  6. God is Great and Good

    by Anonymous

    I know God made the sun
    To fill the day with light;
    He made the twinkling stars
    To shine all through the night.

    He made the hills that rise
    So very high and steep;
    He made the lakes and seas,
    That are so broad and deep.

    He made the streams so wide,
    That flow through wood and vale;
    He made the rills so small,
    That leap down hill and dale.

    He made each bird that sings
    So sweetly all the day;
    He made each flower that springs
    So bright, so fresh, so gay.

    And He who made all these,
    He made both you and me;
    Oh, let us thank Him, then,
    For great and good is He.

  7. God Is Love

    by Ann Hawkshaw

    Oh, that I know, indeed, is true,
    For He has made the sky of blue,
    And spread the earth with quiet green,
    While azure waters flow between,
    Because those colours are the best
    On which the wearied eye can rest.

    Oh yes, all tells us God is love,
    Around, beneath us, or above:
    Round us are flowers, that without care
    Grow wildly, blooming everywhere,
    And noble trees, beneath whose shade
    The pale Spring flowrets bloom and fade.

    Beneath us, deep within their bed,
    The precious gems and ores are spread,
    Diamonds and rosy rubies shine,
    And metals fill the secret mine,
    And that dark mass* which we require
    At eve, to light our cheerful fire.

    Above us is the glorious sun;
    And when his brighter course is run,
    The silvery moon looks forth, and makes
    A path of light o'er seas and lakes;
    And in the hushed and solemn night
    Wander the starry worlds of light.

    Within us, as around, above,
    Something still whispers God is Love;
    For He hath given us hearts to feel
    A gladness tongue cannot reveal—
    Vainly had beauty round us been,
    Had we no minds to love the scene!

    Note: *coal

  8. God is Guide

    by Amos Russel Wells

    God is guide, though clouds are black;
    God is guide when skies are clear.
    God is guide, though ways turn back;
    God is guide when goals are near.

    Hopes accomplished, God is guide;
    Hopes abandoned, still He leads.
    Trust we Him when faith is tried;
    Trust we Him when all succeeds.

    As we follow, on He goes;
    We retreat, He falters not.
    Guides He where cool water flows;
    Guides He when the sun is hot.

    Leaders lead both night and day;
    Guides must guide through day and night.
    Father, guide us all the way.
    Be it dark or be it light;

  9. The Creator

    by John Keble.

    Come, and I will show you what is beautiful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, the queen of flowers. Her leaves glow like fire. The air is filled with her sweet odor. She is the delight of every eye.

    But there is one fairer than the rose. He that made the rose is more beautiful than the rose. He is altogether lovely. He is the delight of every heart.

    I will show you what is strong. The lion is strong. When he raiseth himself up from his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cattle of the field fly, and the wild beasts of the desert hide themselves; for he is terrible.

    But He who made the lion is stronger than the lion. He can do all things. He gave us life, and in a moment can take it away, and no one can save us from his hand.

    I will show you what is glorious. The sun is glorious. When he shineth in the clear sky, when he sitteth on his throne in the heavens, and looketh abroad over the earth, he is the most glorious and excellent object the eye can behold.

    But He who made the sun is more glorious than the sun. The eye cannot look on his dazzling brightness. He seeth all dark places, by night as well as by day. The light of his countenance is over all the world.

    This great Being is God. He made all things, but He is more excellent than all that He has made. He is the Creator, they are the creatures. They may be beautiful, but He is Beauty. They may be strong, but He is Strength. They may be perfect, but He is Perfection.

    There is a book, who runs may read,
    Which heavenly truth imparts,
    And all the lore its scholars need—
    Pure eyes and loving hearts.

    The works of God, above, below,
    Within us, and around,
    Are pages in that book, to show
    How God himself is found.

    The glorious sky, embracing all,
    Is like the Father's love;
    Wherewith encompassed, great and small
    In peace and order move.

    Thou who hast given me eyes to see
    And love this sight so fair,
    Give me a heart to find out Thee
    And read Thee everywhere.

  10. Vestigia

    by Bliss Carman

    I took a day to search for God,
    And found Him not. But as I trod
    By rocky ledge, through woods untamed,
    Just where one scarlet lily flamed,
    I saw His footprint in the sod.

    Then suddenly, all unaware,
    Far off in the deep shadows, where
    A solitary hermit thrush
    Sang through the holy twilight hush—
    I heard His voice upon the air.

    And even as I marvelled how
    God gives us Heaven here and now,
    In a stir of wind that hardly shook
    The poplar leaves beside the brook—
    His hand was light upon my brow.

    At last with evening as I turned
    Homeward, and thought what I had learned
    And all that there was still to probe—
    I caught the glory of His robe
    Where the last fires of sunset burned.

    Back to the world with quickening start
    I looked and longed for any part
    In making saving Beauty be....
    And from that kindling ecstasy
    I knew God dwelt within my heart.

  11. Here and Now

    by Bliss Carman

    Where is Heaven? Is it not
    Just a friendly garden plot,
    Walled with stone and roofed with sun,
    Where the days pass one by one,
    Not too fast and not too slow,
    Looking backward as they go
    At the beauties left behind
    To transport the pensive mind!

    Is it not a greening ground
    With a river for its bound,
    And a wood-thrush to prolong
    Fragrant twilights with his song,
    When the peonies in June
    Wait the rising of the moon,
    And the music of the stream
    Voices its immortal dream!

    There each morning will renew
    The miracle of light and dew,
    And the soul may joy to praise
    The Lord of roses and of days;
    There the caravan of noon
    Halts to hear the cricket's tune,
    Fifing there for all who pass
    The anthem of the summer grass!

    Does not Heaven begin that day
    When the eager heart can say,
    Surely God is in this place,
    I have seen Him face to face
    In the loveliness of flowers,
    In the service of the showers,
    And His voice has talked to me
    In the sunlit apple tree.

    I can feel Him in my heart,
    When the tears of knowledge start
    For another's joy or woe,
    Where the lonely soul must go.
    Yea, I learned His very look,
    When we walked beside the brook,
    And you smiled and touched my hand.
    God is love. . . I understand.

  12. Triumphalis

    by Bliss Carman

    Soul, art thou sad again
    With the old sadness?
    Thou shalt be glad again
    With a new gladness,
    When April sun and rain
    Mount to the teeming brain
    With the earth madness.

    When from the mould again,
    Spurning disaster,
    Spring shoots unfold again,
    Follow thou faster
    Out of the drear domain
    Of dark, defeat, and pain,
    Praising the Master.

    Hope for thy guide again,
    Ample and splendid;
    Love at thy side again,
    All doubting ended;
    (Ah, by the dragon slain,
    For nothing small or vain
    Michael contended!)

    Thou shalt take heart again,
    No more despairing;
    Play thy great part again,
    Loving and caring.
    Hark, how the gold refrain
    Runs through the iron strain,
    Splendidly daring!

    Thou shalt grow strong again,
    Confident, tender,—
    Battle with wrong again,
    Be truth's defender,—
    Of the immortal train,
    Born to attempt, attain,
    Never surrender!

  13. Hymn at Sea

    by Lydia Howard Sigourney

    God of the ever-rolling deep,
    Our Father and our trust,
    Who bidd'st its mighty billows sweep
    Around the born of dust,

    Who bidd'st it towering o'er them raise
    Its everlasting walls,
    Yet giv'st them slumber calm and sweet,
    As in their native halls,

    God of the strong, unfathom'd tide,
    Whose pavement dark and drear,
    The wrecks of human power and pride,
    Awake our trembling fear,

    O grant us, as the lonely dove
    Unto the ark did flee,
    Mid the hoarse tumult of the waves
    To rest secure in Thee.

  14. The Gate of the Year

    by Minnie Louise Haskins

    And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
    And he replied:
    “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
    So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night. And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.

    So heart be still:
    What need our little life
    Our human life to know,
    If God hath comprehension?
    In all the dizzy strife
    Of things both high and low,
    God hideth His intention.

    God knows. His will
    Is best. The stretch of years
    Which wind ahead, so dim
    To our imperfect vision,
    Are clear to God. Our fears
    Are premature; In Him,
    All time hath full provision.

    Then rest: until
    God moves to lift the veil
    From our impatient eyes,
    When, as the sweeter features
    Of Life’s stern face we hail,
    Fair beyond all surmise
    God’s thought around His creatures
    Our mind shall fill.

  15. Happiness Is To Be Found In God Alone

    by Eliza and Sarah Wolcott

    I've seen earth's prospects blasted,
    To me they've died away;
    But heaven's bright promise lasted,
    Which never can decay.

    I've felt the fond emotion
    Of pity and of love;
    But nothing's like devotion,
    Which lifts the heart above.

    Then earth may tell her story,
    Of pomp and all its gain;
    To me this boasted glory,
    Is nothing worth—'tis vain.

    To know that God approveth,
    Is better far than wealth;
    He chastens those he loveth,
    To keep their souls in health.

    True value, and true glory,
    His word will then unfold;
    This is no transient story,
    But truth confirm'd of old.

    'Tis this can give us pleasure,
    When friends away are fleeting,
    Be this my lasting treasure,
    When life's last pulse is beating.

  16. My God

    by William Henry Dawson

    I worship not a God who only made
    Great things—a God who little things don't see.
    The God whom I adore peers through the shade
    And sees the ant beneath the giant tree.

    My God sees 'neath the robes of royalty
    The vileness, from the world, heart-hidden there.
    He sees beneath the rags of poverty
    The patiently borne burden, and the care.

    If the great God should no attention give
    To little things—unnoticed pass them by—
    Then, great things, only, could presume to live;
    All tiny things would shrivel up and die.

    I should be numbered with the tiny things;
    I could not claim my Father's fostering care—
    This life, which now to Him so fondly clings,
    Could not say "Father."—No, it would not dare.

    No! thanks to Him, the worship of my soul
    Goes out to One who hears the orphan's call;
    To Him who makes the wounded spirit whole;
    To Him who sees the little sparrow fall.

  17. Winter Now

    by Samuel Longfellow

    ’Tis winter now; the fallen snow
    Has left the heav’ns all coldly clear;
    Through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow,
    And all the earth lies dead and drear.

    And yet God’s love is not withdrawn;
    His life within the keen air breathes;
    His beauty paints the crimson dawn,
    And clothes the boughs with glittering wreaths.

    And though abroad the sharp winds blow,
    And skies are chill, and frosts are keen,
    Home closer draws her circle now,
    And warmer glows her light within.

    O God! Who giv’st the winter’s cold
    As well as summer’s joyous rays,
    Us warmly in Thy love enfold,
    And keep us through life’s wintry days.

  18. All Things Bright and Beautiful

    by Cecil Frances Alexander

    All things bright and beautiful,
    All creatures great and small,
    All things wise and wonderful,
    The Lord God made them all.

    Each little flower that opens,
    Each little bird that sings,
    He made their glowing colors,
    He made their tiny wings.

    The rich man in his castle,
    The poor man at his gate,
    God made them high and lowly,
    And ordered their estate.

    The purple headed mountain,
    The river running by,
    The sunset and the morning,
    That brightens up the sky;−

    The cold wind in the winter,
    The pleasant summer sun,
    The ripe fruits in the garden,−
    He made them every one.

    The tall trees in the greenwood,
    The meadows where we play,
    The rushes by the water,
    We gather every day;−

    He gave us eyes to see them,
    And lips that we might tell
    How great is God Almighty,
    Who hath made all things well.

  19. God's Love

    by Kate Louise Wheeler

    Like a star, whose beams are brighter
    When skies are dark above,
    So shines, in night of sorrow,
    The light of God's great love.

    We may not see its lustre,
    While heads are bowed in prayer,
    But looking just above us
    We find its glories there.

    Our tears may dim the vision
    And we may question why;
    But some day He will answer
    Where souls shall never die.

    Above the gathering shadows,
    Beyond the gloom of years,
    God's star will shine forever,
    Undimmed by Sorrow's tears.

    Some day, when He shall lead us
    To our eternal rest,
    We'll know life's hidden meaning
    And we shall say: "'Twas best."

  20. Problems

    by Emily Dickinson

    Bring me the sunset in a cup,
    Reckon the morning's flagons up,
    And say how many dew;
    Tell me how far the morning leaps,
    Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
    Who spun the breadths of blue!

    Write me how many notes there be
    In the new robin's ecstasy
    Among astonished boughs;
    How many trips the tortoise makes,
    How many cups the bee partakes, —
    The debauchee of dews!

    Also, who laid the rainbow's piers,
    Also, who leads the docile spheres
    By withes of supple blue?
    Whose fingers string the stalactite,
    Who counts the wampum of the night,
    To see that none is due?

    Who built this little Alban house
    And shut the windows down so close
    My spirit cannot see?
    Who'll let me out some gala day,
    With implements to fly away,
    Passing pomposity?

    1Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said,...4Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. 5Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?  6Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof;... 33Knowest thou the ordinances of heaven? canst thou set the dominion thereof in the earth? 34Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, that abundance of waters may cover thee? 35Canst thou send lightnings, that they may go, and say unto thee, Here we are? 36Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts? or who hath given understanding to the heart? 37Who can number the clouds in wisdom? or who can stay the bottles of heaven,

    – Job 38
    The Bible, KJV

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