III. The Glory of God in Creation. 8,8,8,8 Himmel Erde Luft und Meer [293]Joachim Neander.1679 O, heaven and earth, and sea and air, Their Maker's glory all declare; And thou, my soul, awake and sing, To Him Thy praises also bring. Through Him the glorious Source of Day Drives all the clouds of night away; The pomp of stars, the moon's soft light, Praise Him through all the silent night. Behold, how He hath everywhere Made earth so wondrous rich and fair; The forest dark, the fruitful land, All living things do show His hand. Behold, how through the boundless sky The happy birds all swiftly fly; And fire and wind and storm are still The ready servants of His will. Behold the waters' ceaseless flow For ever circling to and fro; The mighty sea, the bubbling well, Alike their Maker's glory tell. My God, how wondrously dost Thou Unfold Thyself to us e'en now! O grave it deeply on my heart What I am, Lord, and what Thou art! |