Praise the God of wind and rain
Praise the God of starlit night
Praise the God who brings again
the dawning flush, the morning's light.
For if He who paints with vivid brush
And carves the canyons wide
Draws compassion with His touch
Through these expressive skies,
What joy, such common grace would bring
Though our souls may oft depart
Our voice, beside the dove does sing
Oh, praise the God of heavenly art.
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