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Creation sings the Father’s song;
He calls the sun to wake the dawn
and run the course of day,
till evening comes in crimson rays.
His fingerprints in flakes of snow,
His breath upon this spinning globe,
He charts the eagle’s flight,
commands the newborn baby’s cry.
Hallelujah!
Let all creation stand and sing: