1 When o'er earth is breaking
Rosy light, and fair,
Morn afar proclaimeth
Sweetly, "God is there."
When the spring is wreathing
Flowers rich and rare,
On each leaf is written,
"Nature's God is there."

2 In the Sabbath school-room,
As we join in prayer,
Every falling accent
Tells us, "God is there."
Kindly, teachers point us,
With regard and care,
To the heavenly mansion,
Saying, "God is there."

3 Let us learn those lessons,
Taught us everywhere:
And, if sin assail us,
Think that "God is there."
Then, at last, with angels,
Ever bright and fair,
Singing glorious anthems,
We'll see "God is there."