  Ev’ry flower by the wayside, Ev’ry shrub, ev’ry tree, The little brooks ’neath mossy banks, Sing joyfully of Thee. As we gaze upon the heavens, The solar system, where We see order all about us Thy footprints, God, are there. Oh the glory and the grandeur Of Thy Godhead we see In all Harmony and beauty Revealed to us by Thee. All creation speaks Thy presence, All hallowed be Thy name, From zone to zone, from east to west Thy footprints will remain. |
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