All things bright
Carved straight paths
So that in them all might
Can't be unseen,
The Creator's patented light

The woods stood with their integrity
But bends and sways along the way
When He breathes life and serenity
Built a stairway for the rock bottom and astray

The grass and their blade
Forests and her glade
A sanctuary founded in shade
(Sunshine cried an uproar hue)

Will that cyclamen grow
Prepared a table where we sow
The Great Anduin flow
(Sunshine made it glow a golden fruit)

All things bright
Knit the barks in endless patterns
Consume our restlessness
A hundred prophets took shelter in Your caverns

Lead me into still waters,
And there me be confined
In Your pastures I am but a feeler
So I may be undone and defined