God's World

0:00 O world I cannot hold thee close enough Thy

0:04 winds,

0:04 thy wide-gray skies,

0:06 Thy mist that roll and rise,

0:09 Thy woods this autumn day that ache and sag,

0:14 And all but cry with colour that gaunt crag

0:18 To crush,

0:18 to lift the lean of that black

0:21 bluff. World, world,

0:23 I cannot get thee close enough.

0:26 Long have I known a glory in it all,

0:29 but never know I this. Here such a passion

0:34 is,

0:34 as stretches

0:35 me apart. Lord, I do fear,

0:38 thou hast made the world too beautiful this

0:42 year. My soul is

0:43 all but out of me. Let fall, no burning leaf,

0:55 pre thee, let no bird call.