In every season, every hour

In every season, every hour,
In every leaf, in every flower,
In every scene, and every sound,
Amid creation's wonders found,
My soul Thy providence discerns,
And, whensoe'er I walk abroad,
To Thee involuntarily turns,
To Thee my God! — to Thee my God!

The glories of the midnight sky,
The evening insect humming by,
The mightiest and the meanest prove
Alike Thy wisdom, power, and love;
While heav'n and earth thus both combine
To raise the heart, and point the road
That leads thro' blessings so divine
To Thee my God! — to Thee my God!

But O, how much more dear to trace
The wonders of Thy world of grace!
The soul that by the Cross can kneel
And all that Cross's comfort feel,
Upon the Saviour's healing wings,
Wash'd in the Saviour's precious blood,
Redeem'd — regenerated springs
To Thee my God! — to Thee my God!