Sing We the Glory of Our God

Sing we the glo­ry of our God

Who on the se­cond day

Spread out the fir­ma­ment above

His won­ders to dis­play.

There

float­ing in the blue ex­panse

The wa­tery clouds we view

Whence fruit­ful show­ers at His com­mand

The thirs­ty soil be­dew.

How fair an im­age of the grace

Which Thou

Lord

dost im­part

Like morn­ing dew or gen­tle rain

To glad­den ev­ery heart.

And when the faith­ful soul drinks in

Those show­ers with bless­ings rife

A well of wa­ter spring­eth up

To ev­er­last­ing life.

O hap­py saints

on whom are poured

Such trea­sures from ab­ove!

Lord

may they ne’er for­get­ful be

But ren­der love for love.

To God

who free­ly loved us first

All might

all glo­ry be;

To Fa­ther

Son

and Ho­ly Ghost

Through all eter­ni­ty.