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Hills.
We green-tops praise Him, and we fruitful heads,
Whereon the sunshine and the dew He sheds:
We green-tops praise Him, rising from our beds.
Whereon the sunshine and the dew He sheds:
We green-tops praise Him, rising from our beds.
Green Things.
We all green things, we blossoms bright or dim,
Trees, bushes, brushwood, corn and grasses slim,
We lift our many-favoured lauds to Him.
Trees, bushes, brushwood, corn and grasses slim,
We lift our many-favoured lauds to Him.
Rose,—Lily,—Violet.
I praise Him on my thorn which I adorn,—
And I, amid my world of thistle and thorn,—
And I, within my veil where I am born.
And I, amid my world of thistle and thorn,—
And I, within my veil where I am born.
Apple,—Citron,—Pomegranate.
We Apple-blossom, Citron, Pomegranate,
We clothed of God without our toil and fret,
We offer fatness where His Throne is set.
We clothed of God without our toil and fret,
We offer fatness where His Throne is set.
Vine,—Cedar,—Palm.
I proffer Him my sweetness, who am sweet,—
I bow my strength in fragrance at His feet,—
I wave myself before His Judgment Seat.
I bow my strength in fragrance at His feet,—
I wave myself before His Judgment Seat.
