Words: At­trib­ut­ed to King Al­fred (O stel­li­fe­ri con­di­tor or­bis; trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by , King Al­fred’s Po­ems, 1850, page 18; re-me­tered by , Ren­der­ings of Church Hymns, 1901, p. 68.

Music: Charnwood, (1820-1893).

If you know when the music was writ­ten, or where to get a pho­to of Charles Mo­ber­ly

O God, our Maker, throned on high,
The earth is Thine, and Thine the sky,
Th’adoring sun obeys Thy will,
And countless stars Thy laws fulfill.

The length’ning light of summer day,
The winter frost, Thy power display,
Nature proclaims Thy sovereign skill;
Man, and man only, spurns Thy will.

The wicked sit on earth’s high seat,
And tread the holy ’neath their feet;
Good goes so crookedly astray,
Bright deeds lie hidden oft away.

Great God! Who seest from above,
Regard us with Thy pitying love,
Perplexed by doubts, with toil and strife,
We ask more light—we long for life.