Yes, God is good; in earth and sky,
From ocean depths and spread­ing wood,
Ten thou­sand voic­es seem to cry,
God made us all, and God is good.

The sun that keeps his track­less way
And down­ward pours his gold­en flood,
Night’s spark­ling hosts, all seem to say,
In ac­cents clear, that God is good.

The mer­ry birds pro­long the strain,
Their song with ev­ery spring re­newed;
And bal­my air, and fall­ing rain,
Each soft­ly whis­pers, God is good.

I hear it in the rush­ing breeze;
The hills that have for ag­es stood,
The ec­ho­ing sky and roar­ing seas,
All swell the cho­rus, God is good.

Yes, God is good, all na­ture says,
By God’s own hand with speech en­dued;
And man, in loud­er notes of praise,
Should sing for joy that God is good.

For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord,
But chief­ly for our hea­ven­ly food;
Thy par­don­ing grace, Thy quick­en­ing word,
These prompt our song, that God is good.