WHICHEVER way I turn,

  Whichever way I look 

  Above, below, around, beside 

I read, as in a book, 

From all I have, or feel, or see, 

That God is very good to me.

 At home, my father's smile, 

Or mother's tender care 

Blessings at bed and board

Attend me everywhere; 

And all around will still agree 

That God is very good to me.

Then let my childish voice 

Give thee, 0 Lord, the praise;

And be thy love my guide 

Through all my coming days;

And let my whole existence be

A look of gratitude to thee.