Thy wondrous goodness, love, and care—
On Nature's brow, in every land,
Is traced the impress of thy Hand!
The ocean speaks thy louder praise—
While the sweet songsters of the air
Resound thy mercies everywhere.
Reflect a love which never dies—
While sun and moon, with their pure light,
Good sermons on the soul indite.
Thy works bespeak thy crowning love—
All Nature sounds thy Hallowed Name,
And chants thy Everlasting Fame!
We see the wonders of thy Hand—
From lordly tree to lowly flower
We trace thine All-Transcendent Power.
That we may know thee as Thou art—
And with devoutness worship Thee,
As Thou, God, shouldst ever be!
—Spirit John Quincy Adams
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