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GOD'S MAJESTY I look upon the budding tree; I watch its leaves expand; And through it all, O God, I see, The marvel of Thy hand. And all my soul in worship sings, O praise the Lord, the King of Kings! I look upon this mortal frame So wonderfully made; I note each perfect vein and nerve And I am sore afraid; I temble, God, at thought of Thee So awful in Thy Majesty. I look upon the mighty sun, Upon the humble flower; In both, O great and heavenly One, I read Thy wondrous power; And in an ecstasy I raise A song of thankfulness and praise. I look upon the lightnings flash; I see the rain drops fall; I listen to the thunders crash, And find Thee in it all; In earth and sky, and sea and air, Thou, O my God, art everywhere. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox 
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