Our job is to praise You
Bring down Your glory
The trees bow before You
Your works are Beauty
The wind is Your messenger
The clouds like a fog to You
Nothing compares to Your power
Nothing is greater than You
Little is the whole Universe to You
Decorated with fine firmaments
You make the Heavens your abode
And Your foot stool is the Earth
When it rains the clouds sing,
And the birds sing of Your wonder
They clap with their fine wings
What an Excellent God, Jehovah
Worthy is the Lamb, Halleluyah
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