I sing th’ 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 ordain’d
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 fill’d the earth with food;
He form’d the creatures with his Word,
And then pronounced them good.
Lord, how thy wonders are display’d
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 (as num’rous as they be)
Are subject to thy care:
There’s not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.
In heaven he shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath:
‘Tis on his earth I stand or move,
And ’tis his air I breathe.
His hand is my perpetual guard,
He keeps me with his eye:
Why should I then forget the Lord
Who is for ever nigh?