Lord, How Thy Wonders Are Displayed

by Isaac Watts

Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed
Where'er I turn mine 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 that borrow life from Thee
Are subject to Thy care;
There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.