1 There's not a tint that paints the rose,
Or decks the lily fair,
Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,
But God has placed it there.
2 At early dawn there's not a gale
Across the landscape driven,
And not a breeze that sweeps the vale,
That is not sent by Heaven.
3 There's a lot of grass a single blade,
Or leaf of loveliest green,
Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.
4 Around, beneath, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
There God displays His boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.
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|The Cyber Hymnal #6834||There's Not a Tint that Paints the Rose||There's not a tint that paints the rose||ST. SAVIOUR (Baker)||James C. Wallace||CM||<cite>Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Unitarian Worship</cite>, by Robert Aspland, 4th edition (London: Rowland Hunter, 1825)|