Praise for Creation and Providence. 8,6,8,6 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 numerous 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? |