Isaac Watts, 1719
I sing the mighty 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 God’s command,
And all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
Who filled the earth with food,
Who formed the creatures through the Word,
and then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders
Are displayed where’er I turn my 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;
While all that borrows
Life from Thee is ever in Thy care;
And everywhere that we can be,
Thou, God art present there.