His glory reaches over the hills,
It spreads past the mountains high;
His glory pierces every heart,
It fills the entire sky. 

His glory shines in the morning dew,
It causes the birds to sing;
His glory makes the young heart brave,
It gives life to everything. 

His glory reaches past the stars,
It makes the desert beautiful;
His glory lifts the heavy heart,
Its wonder indescribable.

Amidst the fallen stone green-grown
And through the crumbling arch,
The sunken mere of yesteryear
Has mirrored this scene in March

The sky meeting land in glory grand
Sparks fly where heaven meets earth;
The sea rolls in from where it’s been
And ships rise from their berth

The pearl of the moon rises soon
Lifted in the bowl of the sky;
Its size greater, every crater
Gleams brightly, the heavenly eye

Forgotten, as a rule, mirrored in the pool
The largest moon earth will see
The castle yard by cent’ries scarred
Lies the only witness to the scene.

The very first time I opened my eyes,
I was blinded by sudden and brilliant light;
The sunlight beamed down from heaven above,
And pierced the corners of my blackest night.

The very first time I looked at the world,
I was 'nraptured by grass bladed green;
The depth of color amazéd me
And rejuvenated by what I had seen.

The very first time I gazed at the sky,
I was overwhelmed by the purity of blue;
The innocence of crystal clouds were sailing high
And birds soared in light brand new.

The very first time I glimpsed the sea,
I felt the size of a small grain of sand;
The endless reaches of water tricked with my mind,
And the crash of waves made it hard to stand.

The very first time I searched for the sunrise,
I watched the light spread across the sky;
The gradual unveiling of heaven's light,
It always feels just like the first time.