1 There's not a tint that paints the rose,
Or decks the lily fair,
Or streaks the humblest flower that blows,
But God has placed it there.
2 At early dawn there's not a gale
Across the landscape driven,
And not a breeze that sweeps the vale,
That is not sent by Heaven.
3 There's not of grass a single blade,
Or leaf of loveliest green,
Where heavenly skill is not displayed,
And heavenly wisdom seen.
4 Around, beneath, below, above,
Wherever space extends,
There God displays His boundless love,
And power with mercy blends.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | There's not a tint that paints the rose |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1883 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | CLARABELLA |
Meter: | C. M. |
Key: | G Major |