WHO taught the birds their notes to sing
In all their sweet responsive lays;
Which make the hills and valleys ring?
‘Twas God who formed them for His praise.
Who makes the corn and grass to grow,
And flow’rets which adorn the fields?
The fertilizing streams to flow
And all the fruits kind nature yields?
‘Tis God by His Almighty power;
All nature acts as He hath willed;
And will till time shall be no more,
Till all His pleasure be fulfill’d.
And does He all our ways behold,
Whose glories so attract our sight?
Yes, in His word, we’re also told,
He marks us both by day and night.
His creatures all on Him depend,
Who doth the life He gives sustain;
Whose mercy knows no bound, nor end,
And none shall cry to Him in vain.
So great, so wise, so good is He,
From whom all blessings freely flow;
Who fills all space, all things doth see
Whom none can ever fully know.
For ‘tis in Him we live and move,
And our mysterious being have;
O, may we rise each morn to prove
And sing His power to bless and save.
Then is He not displeased with those
Who slight His mercies and His laws?
Yes, truly on His stubborn foes,
He will avenge His righteous cause.
But if we Now in Christ believe
Our many sins will be forgiven;
We shall eternal life receive,
And enter soon the courts of heaven.
Then in the most exalted lays,
For mercy so divine and free;
Our tongue shall sound His noblest praise
Throughout a blest eternity.