“The strength of the hills is his also.” Psalm 95:4

I have seen beauty my heart cannot sing!
How can I tell in words the sacrament
Of truth God spreads upon the autumn hills?
How strange the silence deep within my breast
When I behold this miracle of grace!
The wine is mighty—drink deeply, my soul,
And taste the dregs of beauty that convict.
My heart, so long athirst for truth and light,
Drink of this wine and know its subtle tang.
O hungry eyes within, look and behold
The glory and mystery of truth
Eternal and sublime upon the hills.
God’s finger traces there in language sure
The message of His strength and endless love.
Beauty translates it and I understand.
A feast is spread—my hungry heart must feed!
The broken bread of glory sacrificed,
Strong meat for thee, 0 heart of mine, is here.
How can I sing? My heart convicted stands.
O beauty, how you challenge me to prayer!
Upon my spirit etch Thy image fair.
And sing, 0 heart, this likeness all divine,
Interpret then in life this sacrament
Of truth—the beauty of the autumn hills.