Thy might sets fast the mount­ains;
Strength girds Thee ev­er­more
To calm the rag­ing peo­ples
And still the ocean’s roar.
Thy ma­jes­ty and great­ness
Are through all lands con­fessèd,
And joy on earth Thou send­est
Afar, from east to west.

To bless the earth Thou send­est
From Thy abun­dant store
The wa­ters of the spring­time,
Enriching it once more.
The seed by Thee pro­vid­ed
Is sown o’er hill and plain,
And Thou with gen­tle show­ers
Dost bless the spring­ing grain.

The year with good Thou crown­est,
The earth Thy mer­cy fills,
The wil­der­ness is fruit­ful,
And joy­ful are the hills;
With corn the vales are co­vered,
The flocks in pas­tures graze;
All na­ture joins in sing­ing
A joy­ful song of praise.