Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed
Where’er I turn my eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!
There’s not a plant or flower below
But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise and tempests blow,
By order from Thy throne.
All creatures, numerous as they be,
Are subject to Thy care;
There’s not a place where we can flee.
But God is present there.
In heaven He shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell beneath;
’Tis on His earth I stand or move,
And ’tis His air I breathe.