The God of Nature and of Grace

The God of na­ture and of grace

In all His works ap­pears;

His good­ness through the earth we trace

His gran­deur in the spheres.

Behold this fair and fer­tile globe

By Him in wis­dom planned:

’Twas He who gird­ed

like a robe

The ocean round the land.

Lift to the firma­ment your eye;

And there His path pur­sue;

His glo­ry

bound­less in the sky

O’erwhelms the won­der­ing view.

He bows the heav­ens—mount­ains stand

A high­way for their God;

He walks amidst the de­sert land;

’Tis Ed­en where He trod.

The for­ests in His strength re­joice;

Hark! on the ev­eni­ng breeze

As once of old

the Lord God’s voice

Is heard among the trees.

In ev­ery stream His boun­ty flows

Diffusing joy and wealth;

In ev­ery breeze His Spir­it blows

The breath of life and health.

His bless­ings fall in plen­te­ous show­ers

Upon the lap of earth

That teems with fo­liage

fruits and flow­ers

And rings with in­fant mirth.

If God hath made this world so fair

Where sin and death abound

How beau­ti­ful

be­yond com­pare

Will para­dise be found!