I Sing the Mighty Power of God

I sing the migh­ty pow­er of God

[or I sing th’al­migh­ty pow­er of God…]

That made the mount­ains rise

That spread the flow­ing seas abroad

And built the lof­ty skies.

I sing the wis­dom that or­dained

The sun to rule the day;

The moon shines full at His com­mand

And all the stars ob­ey.

I sing the good­ness of the Lord

That filled the earth with food:

Who formed the crea­tures with His Word

And then pro­nounced them good.

Lord

how Thy won­ders are dis­played

Where’er I turn my eye

If I sur­vey the ground I tread

Or gaze up­on the sky!

There’s not a plant or flow­er be­low

But makes Thy glo­ries known;

And clouds arise

and tem­pests blow

By or­der from Thy throne;

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.

In Heav­en He shines with beams of love

With wrath in hell be­neath:

’Tis on His earth I stand or move

And ’tis His air I breathe.

His hand is my per­pe­tu­al guard

He keeps me with His eye:

Why should I then for­get the Lord

Who is for ev­er nigh?