| Every fruited plain’s been traveled |
| Every spacious sky I flew |
| Every purple mountain’s leveled |
| All the majesty I knew |
| Still I hear Creation singing |
| Her song sails through the land |
| For She still knows her Maker |
| How She lovers her Master’s hand |
| And She’s been singing for a lifetime |
| While I’ve been deaf as a stone |
| But today I’m dancing on the fottstool |
| And singing to the Throne, and now I’m… |
| Where I belong, joined in a song |
| You’re truly amazing |
| I’m looking at You, I tell You |
| The view is truly amzing |
| Well, the same Big Hands that made me |
| Made the biggest skies I’ve seen |
| And the same Big Eyes that cry for me |
| Are watching every living thing |
| So the skies they never argue |
| And Creation won’t complain |
| Though She’s been victimized and brutalized |
| She shudders only at One Name |
| And I know I’ve been afraid of |
| Every little thing |
| But today I join Creation |
| When I reaise my head and sing |
| She’s opened my eyes, and now I’m… |