World is charged with the grandeur of God,
The world is charged with beauty,
The world is charged with the grandeur of God,
The world is charged with beauty.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil,
Gathers to a greatness, like ooze of oil,
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil,
Gathers to a greatness, like ooze of oil. (crushed)
Because the Holy Ghost, over the bend world, broods with warm breast and with, ah, bright, bright, bright wings.
World is charged with the grandeur of God,
The world is charged with beauty,
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil,
Gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil. (crushed)
Because the Holy Ghost, over the bend world, broods with warm breast and with, ah, bright, bright, bright wings.
For all this, nature's never spent,
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
Though the last lights off the black west went,
Oh, morning at the brown brink eastward springs.
Spring.
Because the Holy Ghost, over the bend world, broods with warm breast and with, ah...
Because the Holy Ghost, over the bend world, broods with warm breast and with, ah, bright, bright, bright wings.
