His bright and glorious bow?
Why did he make the thunder sound,
And draw the solemn night around?
Why, but because he saw ’twas best?—
He gave to flower and tree
The power to blossom, bud, and fruit,
And for man’s good to be.
But man, he made to praise him still,
And humbly do his Maker’s will.
And we do not his laws obey