1 Father above the concave sky,
Enthroned in light profound,
At Thy command, the lightnings fly,
And thunders roar around.
2 O who can see the beaming sun,
The smiling moon at night,
The snowy clouds, the countless stars,
Enrobed with dazzling light,
3 And yet refuse to sing Thy praise,
In sweetest notes of love?
Or echo to angelic lays,
Which fill the worlds above?
4 Whene’er I tread the blooming plains
And pluck the fragrant flower,
The luscious fruits, the yellow grains,
I see Thy matchless power.
5 What moves on earth, or wings the air,
Or swims the swelling sea,
Is but a ray of life to point
Immortal man to Thee.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11966