I SING the almighty power of God,
   That made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad,
    And built the lofty skies.
2  I sing the wisdom that ordained
    The sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at His command,
    And all the stars obey.
3  There’s not a plant or flower below
    But makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise and tempests blow
    By order from Thy throne.
4  Creatures, as numerous as they be,
    Are subject to Thy care;
There’s not a place where we can flee
    But God is present there.
5  His mighty wonders are displayed
    Where’er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread,
    Or gaze into the sky.
6  His hand is my perpetual guard,
    He guides me with His eye;
Why should I, then, forget the Lord,
    Whose love is ever nigh?
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748