This world is yours O God
The land of mountains and plains
of snow and heat and life-giving rains.
All of it made by your hand.

All the creatures praise you
A joyous song of praise daily rises
From a million birds and mammals
All of them made by your hand.

The stars and comets rejoice
Even though we can't hear their voice
They sing in harmony hurling through space
All of it made by your hand.

People marvel at your works O Lord
But sin has marred our vision of you
Yet we seek the peace of knowing you
All of us made by your hand.