The stars of light in glory bright.

All nature sings, and around me rings the music of the Earth.

Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas.

The birds that their carols raise.

The morning light, the lily white.

I open my eyes, and in glad surprise… Cry, “The Lord is in this place.”

I walk in the desert alone. Among the mountains dear.

A wanderer I may roam. My heart is still at home.