The God who built the lofty sky, And gave the vast creation birth, Looks down from Heav’n with pitying eye, E’en on the humblest thing of earth. From Him the stars derived their birth; He filled the channels of the sea; His are the flowers that deck the earth, And His—delightful thought—are we. Yes, down to us His care extends, His gracious mercy we partake, He gives us food, and health, and friends, And shields us sleeping or awake. O, may our lips, attuned to praise, Express the fervor of our hearts, His may we be through all our days, And His in Heav’n when life departs.