O Maker of the vast expanse,
Where stars in cosmic dance advance,
Who hung the moon with silver gleam,
And sun to pour forth golden beam.
Your hand has shaped the earth so fair,
With mountains high and valleys rare,
The trees that reach for skies above,
The flowers sweet, with whispered love.
From creatures small to those so grand,
Each life a brushstroke in your hand.
The birds that sing in morning’s light,
The fish that shimmer, day and night.
You breathed your Spirit into man,
And woman, formed to share life’s plan.
In every soul, your image gleams,
A masterpiece, beyond all dreams.
So let us raise our voices high,
And praise the God who rules the sky.
For He is good, His love endures,
His glory shines, forever pure.
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