When God Surveyed the New Made World

When God the new made world sur­veyed

His word pro­nounced the build­ing good;

Sunbeams and light the heav’ns ar­rayed

And the whole earth was crowned with food.

Colors that charm and ease the eye

His pen­cil spread all na­ture round;

With pleas­ing blue He arched the sky

And a green car­pet dressed the ground.

Let en­vi­ous athe­ists ne’er com­plain

That na­ture wants

or skill

or care:

But turn their eyes all round in vain

T’avoid their mak­er’s good­ness there.