You who carve canyons,
You who brood over wild waters,
We gaze on your creation in wonder.
This your temple, in which we cry — Glory!
Mighty and majestic; wild and untamed,
Lightening and thunder have nothing on you.
Yet, to what can we compare you?

Give strength to your people today.
To all who fast and pray, to all who sing — Glory!
Give strength. Encourage and inspire.
We need your peace
among us.