1 God, in the high and holy place,
Looks down upon the spheres;
Yet in His providence and grace
To every eye appears.
2 He bows the heavens; the mountains stand,
A highway for our God:
He walks amidst the desert-land;
'Tis Eden where He trod.
3 The forests in His strength rejoice;
Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, the Lord God's voice
Is heard among the trees.
4 In every stream His bounty flows,
Diffusing joy and wealth;
In every breeze His Spirit blows,--
The breath of life and health.
5 His blessings fall in plenteous showers
Upon the lap of earth,
That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers,
And rings with infant mirth.
6 If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will Paradise be found!