Am I content to merely praise Your work throughout the land? And will I only to you raise New songs of your great hand? I’ll sing how you’ve made mountains fair And valleys far below, The mighty waves that spray the air, The earth I so well know. The stoic trees and mighty falls, The flowers in the plain— Lord, by your strength you’ve made them all, I sing to you again. Though when I often see the trees And want to stand and sing, It doesn’t drive me to my knees Or to you worship bring. I take all nature’s beauty in, With no change in my heart. It’s easy to live deep in sin And love your nature’s art. But only when my knee I bend And place my trust in you, Rebellion in my heart will end, My life will you renew. So simple is it to stand straight In love with nature’s show, But hard to humble self and wait With head and heart bowed low. Lord, let my eyes see nature’s sign You’ve painted onto space So that my focus realigns From sign unto your face.