Let the floods clap their hands: let the hills be joyful together.
Psalm 98:8
Rise above the welter of depression, O my soul!
Know the God of miracles rules over all the whole.
Rushing waters bravely serenade the festive hills,
telling one and all that Christ has borne our sins and ills.
Help my spirit soar, O Lord, until I reach the heights
far above the mountaintops to taste thy keen delights!
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