The beauty thereof
Of all I dare to see
Comes from my maker
Who made you and me
Splendor befalls us
As we look around
My Lord in heaven
The King of crowns
Majestic only he
The one made man
Nothing but awe
Prints in the sand
Glory abounds
Whispers soft but sure
Come slow but quick
Listen to be heard
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