Father, Above the Concave Sky

Verse 1

Father above the concave sky, Enthroned in light profound, At Thy command, the lightnings fly, And thunders roar around.

Verse 2

O who can see the beaming sun, The smiling moon at night, The snowy clouds, the countless stars, Enrobed with dazzling light,

Verse 3

And yet refuse to sing Thy praise, In sweetest notes of love? Or echo to angelic lays, Which fill the worlds above?

Verse 4

Whene’er I tread the blooming plains And pluck the fragrant flower, The luscious fruits, the yellow grains, I see Thy matchless power.

Verse 5

What moves on earth, or wings the air, Or swims the swelling sea, Is but a ray of life to point Immortal man to Thee.