Sing we the glo­ry of our God,
Who on the se­cond day
Spread out the fir­ma­ment above,
His won­ders to dis­play.

There, float­ing in the blue ex­panse
The wa­tery clouds we view,
Whence fruit­ful show­ers at His com­mand
The thirs­ty soil be­dew.

How fair an im­age of the grace
Which Thou, Lord, dost im­part,
Like morn­ing dew or gen­tle rain,
To glad­den ev­ery heart.

And when the faith­ful soul drinks in
Those show­ers with bless­ings rife,
A well of wa­ter spring­eth up
To ev­er­last­ing life.

O hap­py saints, on whom are poured,
Such trea­sures from above!
Lord, may they ne’er for­get­ful be,
But ren­der love for love.

To God, who free­ly loved us first,
All might, all glo­ry be;
To Fa­ther, Son, and Ho­ly Ghost,
Through all eter­ni­ty.