With His strength He fastened mountains to the earth,
Cliffs of rocks to hold back the raging seas.
Morning light fades away unto even,
Evening to the night give birth.
He attends unto our pleas
In every season.
By His grace He visits dry land with His moisture,
Stream of God to enrich the thirsty soil.
Fertile seed corn He provides us,
From bare earth fit a pasture:
Corn and wine and oil
Showering dust.
With open hands He lets down the rain on ridges,
In the valleys of the rows, to make them soft.
Tender sprouts He shall bring forth,
In the hollows, cross the ledges,
The year He crowns aloft,
He sends back dearth.
In His path He'll never cease to leave a blessing,
Where He walks the barren land yields fruits.
Hills do surge with flocks, abound,
All the empty places filling:
Green and yellow shoots
Of corn and ground.
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