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O, heaven and earth, and sea and air,
Their Maker's glory all declare;
And thou, my soul, awake and sing,
To Him Thy praises also bring.
Through Him the glorious Source of Day
Drives all the clouds of night away;
The pomp of stars, the moon's soft light,
Praise Him through all the silent night.
Behold, how He hath everywhere
Made earth so wondrous rich and fair;
The forest dark, the fruitful land,
All living things do show His hand.
Behold, how through the boundless sky
The happy birds all swiftly fly;
And fire and wind and storm are still
The ready servants of His will.
Behold the waters' ceaseless flow
For ever circling to and fro;
The mighty sea, the bubbling well,
Alike their Maker's glory tell.
My God, how wondrously dost Thou
Unfold Thyself to us e'en now!
O grave it deeply on my heart
What I am, Lord, and what Thou art!
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1679,1863
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