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All Thy works were done through joy

Earth and heaven reflect Thy ways

Stars and angels sing him songs,

 of the purest, highest praise.

Center of unbroken promises

Field, forest, valley and mountain

Blooming meadows, storming seas

Singing birds and flowing streams

Call us all to rejoice in Thee.

 

Miracles are thy fountains pen,

to which is now the great expanse,

for this now we choose to pledge,

to be the paper to write Thy plan.