Thou art of all created things - Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Thou art the essence of all created things,
O Lord, the essence and the cause.
The source and centre of all bliss;
What are those veils of woven light
Where sun and moon and stars unite.
The purple morn, the spangled night,
But curtains which thy mercy draws
Between the heavenly world and this?
The terrors of the sea and land —
When all the elements conspire,
The earth and water, storm and fire —
Are but the sketches of thy hand;
Do they not all in countless ways —
The lightning's flash, the howling storm.
The dread volcano's awful blaze —
Proclaim thy glory and thy praise?
Beneath the sunny summer showers
Thy love assumes a milder form,
And writes its angel name in flowers;
The wind that flies with winged feet
Around the grassy gladdened earth,
Seems but commissioned to repeat
In echo's accents — silvery sweet —
That Thou, O Lord, didst give it birth.
There is a tongue in every flame.
There is a tongue in every wave;
To these the bounteous Godhead gave
These organs but to praise his name!

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Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600 - 1681) Spain
Translator not stated
Source: World's great religious poetry by Caroline Miles Hill, The Macmillan Company, 1923