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.