1 There is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2 The works of God, above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book to show How God Himself is found. 3 The glorious sky, embracing all, Is like the maker's love, Wherewith encompass'd, great and small In peace and order move. 4 The moon above, the Church below, A wondrous race they run; But all their radiance, all their glow, Each borrows of its sun. 5 The Saviour lends the light and heat That crowns His holy hill; The saints, like stars, around His seat, Perform their courses still. 6 Thou, Who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere.