There is a God, all nature cries,
I see it painted on the skies!
I see it in the flowering spring,
I hear it when the songbirds 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!
Look unto Me, and be ye saved, all the ends of the earth: for I am God, and there is none else.