Power from our God on high—
Verdant earth and azure sky,
Lightning strikes and thunder rolls,
Gusty winds wreak earthly tolls.
Hand of God has paved the way,
Blessèd work and joyful day,
Striking foes and crushing down,
Claiming souls for his renown.
Mind of man on earth below,
Crafty hands and talents grow,
Forming earth and storing hoard,
Idols take eyes from the Lord.
Men of earth lift up your hands,
Families to holy lands.
Look up high and praise our God,
Joyful paths for men of sod.
Voices high we lift to him,
Feeble hearts with dirty sin.
Idols draw and divert sight
Even as we know what’s right.
Lord, we want to worship you,
Make our broken hearts anew.
Take us from the idol’s pull,
Clean the pathways of our soul.
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