There is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts;
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and Christian hearts.
The works of God above, below
Within us and around,
Are pages in that book to show
How God Himself is found.
The glorious sky embracing all
Is like the Maker’s love;
Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.
One Name, above all glorious names,
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims
Echoing angelic songs.
Thou who hast given me eyes to see
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out Thee,
And read Thee everywhere.