I Sing the Mighty Power of God

Verse 1
I sing the migh­ty 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.

Verse 2
I sing the good­ness of the Lord,
That filled the earth with food:
Who formed the crea­tures with His Word,
And then pro­nounced 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!

Verse 3
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.

Verse 4
In Heav­en He shines with beams of love,
With wrath in hell be­neath:
’Tis on His earth I stand or move,
And ’tis His air I breathe.
His hand is my per­pe­tu­al guard,
He keeps me with His eye:
Why should I then for­get the Lord,
Who is for ev­er nigh?