I SING the almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise, That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day; The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey.
There’s not a plant or flower below But makes Thy glories known; And clouds arise and tempests blow By order from Thy throne.
Creatures, as numerous as they be, Are subject to Thy care; There’s not a place where we can flee But God is present there.
His mighty wonders are displayed Where’er I turn my eye, If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze into the sky.
His hand is my perpetual guard, He guides me with His eye; Why should I, then, forget the Lord, Whose love is ever nigh?
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748