When God the new made world sur­veyed,
His word pro­nounced the build­ing good;
Sunbeams and light the heav’ns ar­rayed,
And the whole earth was crowned with food.

Colors that charm and ease the eye,
His pen­cil spread all na­ture round;
With pleas­ing blue He arched the sky,
And a green car­pet dressed the ground.

Let en­vi­ous athe­ists ne’er com­plain
That na­ture wants, or skill, or care:
But turn their eyes all round in vain,
T’avoid their mak­er’s good­ness there.