Praises to Him Who Built the Hills

Praises to Him who built the hills;

Praises to Him the streams who fills;

Praises to Him who lights each star

That spark­les in the blue afar.

Praises to Him who makes the morn

And bids it glow with beams new-born;

Who draws the sha­dows of the night

Like cur­tains

o’er our wea­ried sight.

Praises to Him whose love has giv­en

In Christ His Son

the Life of Heav­en;

Who for our dark­ness gives us light

And turns to day our deep­est night.

Praises to Him

in grace who came

To bear our woe

and sin

and shame;

Who lived to die

who died to rise

The God-ac­cept­ed sac­ri­fice.

Praises to Him the chain who broke

Opened the pri­son

burst the yoke

Sent forth its cap­tives

glad and free

Heirs of an end­less li­ber­ty.

Praises to Him who sheds abroad

Within our hearts the love of God;

The Spir­it of all truth and peace

Fountain of joy and ho­li­ness!

The Fa­ther

Son

and Spir­it

now

The hands we lift

the knees we bow;

To Jah-Je­ho­vah thus we raise

The sin­ner’s song of end­less praise.