The God of na­ture and of grace
In all His works ap­pears;
His good­ness through the earth we trace,
His gran­deur in the spheres.

Behold this fair and fer­tile globe,
By Him in wis­dom planned:
’Twas He who gird­ed, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.

Lift to the firma­ment your eye;
Thither His path pur­sue;
His glo­ry, bound­less in the sky,
O’erwhelms the won­der­ing view.

He bows the hea­vens—the mount­ains stand
A high­way for their God;
He walks amidst the de­sert land;
’Tis Ed­en where He trod.

The forests in His strength re­joice;
Hark! on the ev­eni­ng breeze,
As once of old, the Lord God’s voice
Is heard among the trees.

In ev­ery stream His boun­ty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth;
In ev­ery breeze His Spir­it blows,
The breath of life and health.

His bless­ings fall in plen­te­ous show­ers
Upon the lap of earth,
That teems with fo­liage, fruits and flow­ers,
And rings with in­fant mirth.

If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beau­ti­ful, be­yond com­pare,
Will pa­ra­dise be found!