The golden lining of the sun

Upon the trees brings glory to his name.

It is a glimpse too brief of the true

beauty of her face.

For the earth rings out to their name.

The earth sings out the glory of the Creator. 

The sun, the moon, and the stars, all

Bellow out songs of praise to their Creator.

The wind and thunder, hail and rain,

Create the symphony of nature.

Birds and mammals play out the 

Melody and harmony of created things.

Creation composes a symphony to the world:

There is a Creator!

If only you would look at the instruments of the earth, 

If only you would listen to the sounds they play. 

So look, be blind no more.

So hear, be deaf no more.

Sing out praises to the Maker.

Sing to the creator.

The rocks will cry in your place if you refuse.

Won’t you sing instead, O’ masterpieces of the Creator?