Rivers of rejoicing,
Mountain's streams overflow,
the hills and trees, clap
their hands, fields of rejoicing,
Oh, it floods my soul, the mighty
works of Your hands!

Man stands before You, and bow
down at Your feet, hymns are unfolding
from the lips of those who speak, not
by their might, nor by their power, but
by Your Spirit Lord, ever they climb
higher,

And the fields of the harvest are white
unto harvest, and the souls are rejoicing
at Thy throne, smoke is arising from the throne,
and prayers of tears are fragranced, captured
by Your love, Oh Father, Your Heavenly Home!

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