How lovely God must think the world
to look upon us in it
and smile down, and blessings give
until the day is finished

And how lovely He must think this world
of air and soil and stone,
to send someone to walk among us:
His son, His very own

How lovely God must think the sheep,
and the big old brown-eyed cow
For His son was in a stable born
and still is with us now

How lovely God must think a song,
to let it ring across the sky
the many musical voices
of angels there on high

How loevly God must think a hill
with shepherds on it sleeping
to paint the sky with shining lights
their nightly watch still keeping

How lovely God must think the sand
to blow it 'cross the desert
while kings and camels carry gifts
through dry and dusty weather

How lovely God must think it all,
the scene at Bethlehem
And how precisely God did place that star
His perfect shining gem

Yes, how lovely God must think the world
and if that's the way He sees it--
How lovely God must think the world
and yet He lets us keep it.