1 There is a God -- all nature speaks, Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies: See, from the clouds his glory breaks, When first the beams of morning rise.

2 The rising sun, serenely bright, O'er the wide world's extended frame Inscribes, in characters of light, His mighty Maker's glorious name.

3 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise Above the weak attempts of art; Their bright, inimitable dyes Speak sweet conviction to the heart.

4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, And trace creation's wonders o'er, Confess the footsteps of a God; Come, bow before him, and adore.