Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
He feels the presence of a God:
Around, above, beneath,-where'er
His thought can reach, a God is there.


In midnight darkness he can see
The spirit of the Deity:
In midnight solitude, his ear
The noiseless voice of God can hear.


Around His throne no lightnings play,
No thunder marks His awful way:
He walks in silence through the air,
And He is here, and everywhere!


God is all eye, all ear-the soul
That animates this wondrous whole:
The ray that lights our senses dim,
Is a reflection caught from Him.


God is our origin and end,
From Him we came, to Him we tend;
What an exalted strife to be
Deserving such a destiny!

John Bowring

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-omnipresent/