Through all the trees in forest, copse and wood,
Through Autumn leaves and Spring held in the bud,
We see your beauty, know that it is good;
Alleluia, Alleluia.
When trees are still upon a Summer's day,
Gazing, we sense the grace which they convey,
And contemplating find we're taught to pray;
Alleluia, Alleluia.
Verses 3-5 follow
© Avis Palmer
Tune: Sine nomine (H&S 814)
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