Ah, look, my friend, the scene before us now:
As far as eye can see, from where we stand,
The beauty of the woods, the lakes below,
The far-off mountain tops surround the land.
O Lord, your name excels above all names.
From age to age your glory fills the earth.
The splendor of the highest heaven proclaims
To all mankind your goodness and your worth.
While standing here in sunshine's silver sheen,
I contemplate God's rich creative power:
From lowly plants to stately trees that tower,
And point the way whence all the glories stream.