We See Our Father'S Hand In All Around; In Summer'S Sun, And In Cold Winter'S Snow, In Leafy Wood, On Grassy-Covered Ground, In Showers That Fall And Icy Blasts That Blow. And When We See The Light'Ning'S Flash, And Hear The Thunder'S Roar, Majestically Grand, A Heavenly Voice Says, "Christian, Do Not Fear, 'Tis But The Working Of Thy Father'S Hand."