Look way up yonder on the mountain,
And in the valley down below.
It's as if God threw seed of every plant
And they began to sprout and grow:

Looking at the grass, the trees,
And all the wild flowers you have to know.
No one, but our Living, wondrous, God
Could upon us bestow.

Just look at the prairie and the animals,
And the fresh fallen snow,
The stars brightly glistening,
The sun and moon all aglow.

The oceans and rivers,
And the soft trickling of a little stream,
Or the prism's on a window
From the shining of a sunbeam.

He made the meadows and the cattle,
Squirrels to scamper up a tree,
The Prairie dog to dig a burrow;
Food to eat for you and me.

He made our hearts to soften,
If we trust and want with Him to live.
He gave His only Son to die for us.
Should not we ask Him to forgive?

He loves us more than we even know.
For, we see through a glass darkly, now.
But, then, we'll know as we are known.
I think our hearts shall truly glow.

He went to prepare a place for us.
I know it's true because He said He would.
So, let's get busy, work for Him,
And do all the things He said we should.