In realms where stars in silence sing,
Where whispers of the angels ring,
There dwells a light so pure and grand,
The touch of God, the Maker’s hand.

With breath that stirs the morning dew,
He paints the sky in every hue;
Each dawn His love anew unfurls,
In golden rays that kiss the world.

The mountains rise, His strength displayed,
Their peaks in heaven’s light arrayed.
Through valleys deep and oceans wide,
His boundless grace does gently guide.

The birds in flight, the rivers’ flow,
In these, His wondrous works we know.
The flowers bloom in fields of grace,
Reflecting God’s most radiant face.

In every heart His spirit dwells,
A silent song, a thousand bells.
In joy and sorrow, hope and fear,
His presence whispers, “I am near.”

The stars above, the earth below,
In every breeze, in every glow,
Resounds His name, so pure, so high,
The sovereign Lord, the Adonai.

Oh, let our voices rise in praise,
To Him who authors all our days.
In every breath, in every prayer,
His endless love is always there.

For God, the King of Heaven’s throne,
In Him, we find our hearts’ true home.
Eternal, mighty, just, and kind,
In Him, our souls forever bind.

So sing, rejoice, let praises ring,
For God, our Savior, Lord, and King.
In every life, in every land,
We see the touch of His great hand.