I sing the almighty power of God,
That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And built the lofty skies.

 

I sing the wisdom that ordained
The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
And all the stars obey.

 

I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His Word,
And then pronounced them good.

 

Lord! how Thy wonders are displayed
Where'er I turn mine eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

 

There's not a plant or flower below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.

 

Creatures that borrow life from Thee
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

 

Anonym

Isaac Watts