Creator
Billy Watterson
Tune: “Some day the silver chord will break” (repeating last two lines of each verse, except in last verse)
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I see the power of God revealed
In Nature’s great, mysterious ways;
Its boundless hoards will always yield
To their Creator precious praise.
And Heaven and Earth, and land and sea,
All join to praise Thy majesty.
And Heaven and Earth, and land and sea,
All join to praise Thy majesty.
I see again the graceful sweep
Of mountains willing to remain
In touch with Earth, though high and steep
They raise their heads above the rain;
While Heaven and Earth, and land and sea,
Are singing hymns of praise to Thee.
(repeat two lines above)
I see the proud, unheeding rush
Of mighty rivers through the land;
I see the waves rear up and crush
Their powerful rage upon the sand;
While Heaven and Earth, and land and sea,
Are praising still Thy majesty.
(repeat two lines above)
A tree lifts up its leafy boughs
As if in blessing o’er the flowers;
While close at hand another bows
To feel the scent of those same flowers;
While Heaven and Earth, and land and sea,
Ring out their joyful songs to Thee.
(repeat two lines above)
Oh Lord, how little do we see,
How poor our estimate of Thee;
Let Nature’s voice our teacher be,
Lord, let us grasp Thy majesty;
While Heaven and Earth, and land and sea,
Still praise Thee for Thy majesty.
(repeat two lines above)
Our praise, so weak, now thrills our ear,
We stutter on, in song and verse;
But, oh! The joy when we shall hear
The voice that made the Universe!
Then Heaven and Earth, and land and sea,
Shall join us as we sing to Thee!
And angel throngs, in harmony,
Shall join us as we sing to Thee!
