There’s not a tint that paints the rose
Nor decks the lily fair,
Nor streaks the humblest flower that blows,
But God has placed it there.
There’s not of grass a single blade
Nor leaf of loveliest green,
Where heavenly skill is not displayed
And heavenly wisdom seen.
There’s not a star whose twinkling light
Shines on the distant earth,
And cheers the silent gloom of night,
But heaven gave it birth.
There’s not a place on earth’s vast round,
In ocean’s deep or air,
Where skill and wisdom are not found;
For God is everywhere.