High above the astral atoms of the vaulted, twinkling sky,

dwelling in celestial star-shine, heaven’s Son the yes and why.

Past the swirling of the eons, galaxies of spiral worlds

to a blue and lonely planet, sparkled green in ocean swirls,

bends the thought of heavenly wisdom, ever draws the Maker’s eye.

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There walks dust, the great created, lord of made and lordly beasts

image of the Maker’s wisdom, shattered pots of glory least.

Languid walk the man and woman, deep beneath the vaulted black;

frightened, holding close together, self-secure in lonely lack;

always aping never thanking, praising that which blesses least.

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Yet the heavenly, eye bends ever, ever there His thought is stirred,

working from the vale of heaven life of all–The Living Word.

See, the flesh He made He’s taking, see Him condescend to earth

hear him crying in a manger, see the Christ of matchless worth!

Love in action, love in speaking, grace of God to man transferred.

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Now He watches, like a Father, helps their every halting try:

hears their praying in the Spirit eager waits to make reply;

breathing mercy, lordly bearing, truth of purpose, holy zeal,

rebels turned to pardoned children, all who turn and all who kneel.

Lord who watches us from heaven: draw our hearts to yours on high!

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