God fills the universe with His music.
Every beat of the praying heart sings glory to God.
Come let us wake up the morning.
Let us settle as dew across America’s plains.
Let us declare with her mountains the grandeur of the Lord.
It is He that feeds our hungry and grieves with the sorrowful soul.
He Who wraps His arms around a repentant heart.
He Who binds up our wounds and secures our homes to give us Sabath Rest.
By Joann Nelander