Through all the world below,
God is seen all around;
Seach hills and valleys thru,
There He’s found.
The growing od the corn,
The lilly and the thorn,
The pleasant and forlorn,
All declare God is there,
In meadows dressed in green,
There He’s seen.

See springs of water rise,
Fountains flow, rivers run;
The mist below the skies,
Hides the sun.
Then down the rain doth pour,
The ocean it doth roar,
And dash against the shore,
All to praise, in their lays,
That God that ne’er declines
His designs.

The sun, to my surprise,
Speaks of God as he flies;
The comets in their blaze
Give Him praise;
The shining of the stars,
The moon as it appears,
His sacred name declares;
See them shine, all divine,
The shades in silence prove
God’s above.

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