Thro’ all the world below,
God is seen all around,
Search hills and valleys thro’,
There he’s found;
The growing of the corn,
The lily and the thorn,
The pleasant and forlorn,
All declare God is there,
In meadows drest in green,
There he’s seen.

The sun with all his rays,
Speaks of God as he flies;
The comet in her blaze,
God she cries.
The shining of the stars,
And moon, when she appears,
His awful name declares;
See them fly thro’ the sky,
And join the solemn sound,
All a round.

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