Yes, God is good, in earth and sky,
From ocean depths and spreading word,
Ten thousand voices seem to cry:
"God made us all, and God is good.

The sun that keeps his trackless way
And downward pours his golden flood,
Night's sparkling hosts, all seem to say,
In accents clear, that God is good.

The merry birds prolong the strain,
Their song with ev’ry spring renewed
And balmy air, and falling rain,
Each softly whispers, "God is good."

I hear it in the rushing breeze,
The hills that have for ages stood,
Th’echoing sky and roaring seas,
All swell the chorus, God is good.

Yes, God is good, all nature says,
By God's own hand with speech endued:
And man, in louder notes of praise,
Should sing for joy that God is good.

For all Thy gifts we bless Thee, Lord,
But chiefly for our heav'nly food,
Thy pard'ning grace, Thy quick’ning word,
these prompt our song that God is g00d.