Our God is in the sunshine gay,
And in the darkening shade;
His presence crowns the mountain height,
And fills the silent glade.
His power is in the rising mist,
And in the falling rain;
His life is in the spring-time seed
And in the ripening grain.

The tiny flowers lift their heads
And smile into His face;
All beauty is His holy gift,
All excellence His grace.
Religion is but peace with Him,
His peace in mercy given;
All strife with Him is sin and death,
And harmony is heaven.