There’s Not a Tint That Paints the Rose

There’s not a tint that paints the rose

Or decks the li­ly fair

Or streaks the hum­blest flow­er that blows

But God has placed it there.

There’s not of grass a sin­gle blade

Or leaf of love­li­est green

Where heav’n­ly skill is not dis­played

And heav’n­ly wis­dom seen.

There’s not a star whose twink­ling light

Shines on the dist­ant earth

And cheers the si­lent gloom of night

But God has giv­en it birth.

There’s not a place on earth’s vast round

In ocean deep

or air

Where skill and wis­dom are not found

For God is ev­ery­where.

Around

be­neath

be­low

ab­ove

As far as space ex­tends

There He dis­plays His bound­less love

And pow­er with mer­cy blends.