  Majesty, power, and dominion and glory, Be unto Thee who these wonders hast wrought, Mountain peaks lofty, all snow-capped and hoary, Thou alone knowest their wonderful story, When from the bowels of the earth they were brought. Strangest formations and glaciers beaming, Cataracts rushing from dizziest heights, Emerald rivers with great swiftness streaming, Crystal-clear rivulets rushing and gleaming, Ne’er did I witness more glorious sights. Down in the valley the flowers are growing, Trees too, yea, forests are flourishing there, Sweetly their fragrance on cool breezes flowing, Terrible grandeur is meek beauty wooing, Happy the love-pact, the harmony rare. Thus is the image of God here reflected, Mighty sublimity, lowliness sweet, Happy the pilgrim who this has detected, Travel-worn be he, yet never dejected, Since he, O, Father, may sit at Thy feet. |
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