Earth, thou great footstool of our God, who reigns on high; thou fruitful source of all our raiment, life, and food; our house, our parent, and our nurse.
Isaac WattsThere is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Isaac WattsWere the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Isaac Watts