Beauties from your hand abound,
Nature’s joys are all around—
Mountains tall and valleys low,
Both you blanket in white snow.
Brooks to stream then river strong
Filled with rain from cloudy throng.
Fruit and harvest both depend
On rain found at river’s end.
Hands reach low to lift up high
Those who weep with tearful eye —
Poor of heart and trodden down,
Cleaned and clothed with loving gown.
Wicked men you’ve cast away
Banished from eternal day.
Laws of yours and Son of man
Sent to us through chosen clan.
Praise for all your works we give!
Praise for all that helps us live!
Praise for beauty in the land!
Praise for mercy from your hand!
But of works on land and sea,
There’s but one that pleases thee —
Heart of man who fears the Lord
Living life by sacred Word.
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