American Clergyman, Theologian, Reformer and Abolitionist
Slowly by God’s hand unfurled, down around the weary world falls the darkness; oh, how still iIs the working of Thy will! Mighty Maker! Here am I,— Work in me as silently, veil the day’s distracting sights, show me heaven’s eternal lights. From the darkened sky come forth countless stars, a wondrous birth! So may gleams of glory dart through the dim abyss, my heart; living worlds to view be brought in the boundless realms of thought, high and infinite desires, burning like those upper fires. Holy truth, eternal right, let them break upon my sight, let them shine unclouded, still, and with light my being fill. Thou art there. Oh, let me know, Thou art here within me too; be the perfect peace of God here as there now shed abroad. May my soul attuned be to that perfect harmony, which, beyond the power of sound, fills the universe around.
What is the true end and aim of science but the discovery of the ultimate power - a seeking after God through the study of his ways.