In every object here I see

Something, O Lord, that leads to Thee;

Firm as the rock Thy promise stands,

Thy mercies countless as the sands,

Thy love a sea immensely wide,

Thy grace an overflowing tide.

In every object here I see

Something, my heart, that points to thee;

Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,

Unfruitful as the barren sand,