Who caused the little plant to grow
So brightly in the warm sunshine?
Deep down it sends its long white roots,
And toward the sky its tender shoots,
And soft green leaves so fine.
Who caused the little tender slip
From earth and air its life to sip?
‘Twas God in heaven above.
Who made the little bird to sing
So sweetly at the dawn of day?
He warbles forth his note of glee,
And sings, and sings, where’er he be,
His glad triumphant lay.
Who gave the little songster power
To fill with music sweet each hour?
‘Twas God in heaven above.
Who caused the little star to shine
So brightly in the evening sky?
From far away its little light
Shines down upon the darkest night—
Down from its home on high.
Who set the little shining star
Up there in heaven, from earth so far?
‘Twas God in heaven above.
And has He given no better gift
Than singing birds and flowers fair,
Sweeter than stars that shine above,
Though these dear things all show His
love,
And tender, watchful care?
Has He not given a Gift divine,
That may be yours, and may be mine—
This God in heaven above?
Ah, yes! He gave His well-loved Son
From heaven, to come to earth and die,
To bring salvation full and free,
A precious gift for you and me,
Our hearts to satisfy!
Oh, let us thank Him for this gift,
Our hearts to Him with praises lift,
Our Father, God above!
ML 04/26/1903