I sing the mighty pow'r of God, That made the mountains rise; That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies. I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day: The moon shines full at His command, And all the stars obey. I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food: He formed the creatures with His word, And then pronounced them good. Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, Where'er I turn my eye; If I survey the ground I tread, Or gaze upon the sky. There's not a plant or flow'r below, But makes Thy glories known; And clouds arise and tempests blow, By order from Thy throne. Creatures that borrow life from Thee Are subject to Thy care: There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there.SİNƏ GƏLDİN ƏZABLARA هللويا بافرح Кутсал, Кутсал ʿly mwʿd mʿ yswʿ Милости одной Göklerde uçar لانة كما lḥd yạ sydy mạ tjyny Salut, montagnes bien-aimées Прими хвалу благодаренье
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