Deep in the hills your peace is found;
Tucked between the mountains is your refuge.
My soul is quieted by the stillness;
My heart is calmed by the silence.
The majesty of creation astounds me;
I marvel at the work of your hands.
Mountaintops tower and valleys lie low;
Skies blow over and streams run through.
Chirping swallows accompany the crickets;
Woodpeckers drum as willows whisper.
In wonderful harmony they play;
They combine to delight my ears.
My soul is warmed by their song;
I am rendered breathless by their beauty.
How gentle and precise your touch;
How measured and perfect your hands;
How majestic is their work!
How marvelous is your creation!
I am overjoyed by the sights;
Overflowing with peace and gladness.
You, O Lord, are wonderful;
You, my God, are glorious.
How grateful am I for such life!
And grateful I always will be.