My eyes survey up above the horizon
On earth I look, her glory to behold
I feel the touch of beauty as I see your works
See the lilies, listen as birds hum
What is that, if but praise to thee
Too bad some have seen the grandeur
Beheld of the resplendence of creation
Seen the beauty of the daughters of mother earth
Only to praise the masterpiece and ignore the artist
But for me Lord, to thee only my praise will be
Who laid the foundations of the horizon?
Who knit my very skin to fit?
Who molded the mountains to stand on high?
Who planted the trees for birds to reside?
None, but you Lord and none else deserves the glory.
Forbid that my lips another shall ever praise
That a day may come when my eyes are turned
Another to see, another to delight in more than you.
Be that me or the woman of my dreams
None I desire to praise above thee my Lord
Lord, my praise only to thee I give