1 Where is the glory of our God,
the trace of his pure light?
Each day, each night we read his lines;
from earth to sky his rainbow shines
and faith illumines sight.

2 Where is the image of the Lord,
the likeness of his face?
In human heart and mortal mind
is where we may most surely find
the mysteries of his grace.

3 Where is the message of the Christ,
the echo of his voice?
In words from hill and lake and tree,
and stone and road, he reaches me;
and hearing, I rejoice.

Christopher Idle
© Christopher Idle/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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