There is a God, all nature
cries,
I see it painted on the skies,
I see it in the flow’ring
spring,
I hear it when the birdlings
sing,
I see it in the flowing
main,
I see it on the fruitful
plain,
I see it stamped on hail and
snow,
I see it where the
streamlets flow,
I see it in the clouds that
soar,
I hear it when the thunders
roar,
I see it when the morning
shines,
I see it when the day
declines,
I see it in the mountain’s
height,
I see it in the smallest
mite,
I see it everywhere abroad,
I feel-I know, there is a
God.