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 All seemeth so sure,
 Yet nought doth remain:
 Unending their change
 Obeys thy decree.
The valleys of ocean
 Stand up a dry plain,
Thou whelmest the mountains
 Beneath the deep sea.

 The clouds gather rain
 And melt o'er the land,
 Then back to the sun
 Are drawn by his shine:
Whereby the corn springeth
 Through toil of man's hand,
And vineyards that gladden
 His heart with good wine.

 All beasts of the field
 Rejoice in their life;
 Among the tall trees
 Are light birds on wing;
With strains of their music
 The woodlands are rife;
They nest in thick branches
 And welcome sweet spring.

 Lo, there is thy sea,
 Whose bosom below
 With creatures doth teem,
 Scaled fishes and finned.
Above, the ships laden
 With merchandise go,
Nor fear the wild waters.
 Nor rage of rude wind.

 O God, thou art great!
 No greatness I see,
 Except thee alone,
 Thy praise to record.
On all thy works musing
 My pleasure shall be:
My joy shall be singing
 'My soul, praise the Lord!