The God who built the lof­ty sky,
And gave the vast cre­ation birth,
Looks down from Heav’n with pi­ty­ing eye,
E’en on the hum­blest thing of earth.

From Him the stars de­rived their birth;
He filled the chan­nels of the sea;
His are the flow­ers that deck the earth,
And His—de­light­ful thought—are we.

Yes, down to us His care ex­tends,
His gra­cious mer­cy we par­take,
He gives us food, and health, and friends,
And shields us sleep­ing or awake.

O, may our lips, at­tuned to praise,
Express the fer­vor of our hearts,
His may we be through all our days,
And His in Heav’n when life de­parts.