'Tis by Thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal pow'r;
The sea grows calm at Thy command,
And tempests cease to roar.
Thy morning light and ev'ning shade
Successive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flow'rs adorn the spring.
Seasons and times, and moons and hours
Heav'n, earth, and air are Thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful show'rs,
The author is divine.