I see His blood upon the rose,
And in the stars, the glory of His eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies
I see His face in every flower,
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice and carven by His power
Rocks are His written words,
Rocks are His written words,
All pathways by His feet are worn
His strong heart stirs the ever beating seas
His crown of thorns is bound with every thorn
His Cross is every tree.