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Poem
November 13, 1824
The Ladies' Garland
Harpers Ferry, Jefferson County, West Virginia
What is this article about?
A devotional poem reflecting on God's omnipresence, observed from the sea-shore, where nature's elements proclaim divine glory, yet true presence is felt in the faithful heart.
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A THOUGHT ON THE SEA-SHORE.
[By J. Conder.]
Beyond, beyond the boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Further than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high :
Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That thou, my God, art nigh.
Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind
Feels after thee in vain,
Thee in these works of power to find.
Or to thy seat attain.
Thy messenger, the stormy wind,
Thy path the trackless main--
These speak of Thee with loud acclaim :
They thunder forth Thy praise,
The glorious honor of Thy name,
The wonders of Thy ways :
But Thou art not in tempest-flame,
Nor in day's glorious blaze.
We hear Thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air.
The waves obey thy dread control :
Yet still thou art not there ;
Where shall I find Him, O my soul.
Who yet is every where ?
Oh, not in circling depths, or height,
But in the conscious breast ;
Present to faith, though veiled from sight
There does His Spirit rest.
O come, thou Presence Infinite,
And make thy creature blest.
[By J. Conder.]
Beyond, beyond the boundless sea,
Above that dome of sky,
Further than thought itself can flee,
Thy dwelling is on high :
Yet dear the awful thought to me,
That thou, my God, art nigh.
Art nigh, and yet my laboring mind
Feels after thee in vain,
Thee in these works of power to find.
Or to thy seat attain.
Thy messenger, the stormy wind,
Thy path the trackless main--
These speak of Thee with loud acclaim :
They thunder forth Thy praise,
The glorious honor of Thy name,
The wonders of Thy ways :
But Thou art not in tempest-flame,
Nor in day's glorious blaze.
We hear Thy voice when thunders roll
Through the wide fields of air.
The waves obey thy dread control :
Yet still thou art not there ;
Where shall I find Him, O my soul.
Who yet is every where ?
Oh, not in circling depths, or height,
But in the conscious breast ;
Present to faith, though veiled from sight
There does His Spirit rest.
O come, thou Presence Infinite,
And make thy creature blest.
What sub-type of article is it?
Hymn
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Religious Faith
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Gods Presence
Sea Shore
Divine Omnipresence
Nature Praise
Faith Meditation
What entities or persons were involved?
[By J. Conder.]
Poem Details
Title
A Thought On The Sea Shore.
Author
[By J. Conder.]
Subject
Thought On The Sea Shore
Key Lines
Beyond, Beyond The Boundless Sea,
Above That Dome Of Sky,
Further Than Thought Itself Can Flee,
Thy Dwelling Is On High :
Yet Dear The Awful Thought To Me,
That Thou, My God, Art Nigh.
Where Shall I Find Him, O My Soul.
Who Yet Is Every Where ?
Oh, Not In Circling Depths, Or Height,
But In The Conscious Breast ;
O Come, Thou Presence Infinite,
And Make Thy Creature Blest.