The Works Of His Hands

The works of His hands
Are the heralds of His greatness
Hear the trees of the field
As they sing in jubilation
And the mountains and the hills
And the lightning and the hail
I must echo them in praise
I must join their celebration

If we did not praise Him
The rocks would cry out
The earth declares His glory
And hear the sea resound
To the King who lives forever
In majesty and splendour
We’ll give Him the glory
With a song and a shout
And all God’s people sing

Let the earth and all who live in it
Rejoice with sounds of praise
Let the nations join creation in
The honour of His name