Each little flower that opens,
 Each little bird that sings
He made their glowing colours,
 He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,
 The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
 That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
 The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
 He made them every one;

The tall trees in the greenwood,
 The meadows for our play,
The rushes by the water,
 To gather every day;

He gave us eyes to see them,
 And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
 Who has made all things well.