Thy Might Sets Fast the Mountains

Thy might sets fast the mount­ains;

Strength girds Thee ev­er­more

To calm the rag­ing peo­ples

And still the ocean’s roar.

Thy ma­jes­ty and great­ness

Are through all lands con­fess­èd

And joy on earth Thou send­est

Afar

from east to west.

To bless the earth Thou send­est

From Thy abun­dant store

The wa­ters of the spring­time

Enriching it once more.

The seed by Thee pro­vid­ed

Is sown o’er hill and plain

And Thou with gen­tle show­ers

Dost bless the spring­ing grain.

The year with good Thou crown­est

The earth Thy mer­cy fills

The wil­der­ness is fruit­ful

And joy­ful are the hills;

With corn the vales are co­vered

The flocks in pas­tures graze;

All na­ture joins in sing­ing

A joy­ful song of praise.