I sing the mighty power of God,
That make the mountain rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
And build 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.
I sing the goodness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food;
He formed the creatures with His word,
And then pronounce them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed
Where'er I turn my eye!
If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!
There's not a plant or flower below
But makes Thy glories known;
And cloud arise and tempest blow,
By order from Thy throne.
Creatures that burrow life from Thee
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee
But God is present there.
Author: Isaac Watts
Adapted from Seventh Day Adventist Hymnal.