BRIZICION

Lord, how Thy wonders are display'd

Where'er I turn mine eye;

If I survey the ground I tread,
Or gaze upon the sky!

V.

There's not a plant or flower below,

But makes Thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow, By order from Thy throne.

VI.

Creatures (as numerous as they be)

Are subject to Thy care;

There's not a place where we can flee,
But God is present there.

In heaven He shines with beams of love,

With wrath in hell beneath;

'Tis on His earth I stand or move,

And 'tis His air I breathe.

VIII.

His hand is my perpetual guard,

He keeps me with His eye: Why should I then forget the Lord, Who is for ever nigh?