Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed wheree'er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread or gaze upon the sky.
There's not a plant or flow'r below but makes Thy glories known;
And clouds arise and tempests blow by order of Thy throne;
While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care,
And everywhere that I could be, Thou, God, art present there.
- from verses 2 & 3 of the hymn "I Sing the Mighty Power of God," by Isaac Watts