Canticle Of The Sun - 叶丽仪 (Frances Yip)

The heavens are telling the glory of god

And all creation is shouting for joy

Come dance in the forest come play in the field

And sing sing to the glory of the lord

Praise to the sun the bringer of day

He carries the light of the lord in his rays

The moon and the stars who light up the way unto your throne

The heavens are telling the glory of god

And all creation is shouting for joy

Come dance in the forest come play in the field

And sing sing to the glory of the lord

Praise to the wind that blows through the trees

The seas mighty storms

The gentlest breeze

They blow where they will

They blow where they please to please the lord

The heavens are telling the glory of god

And all creation is shouting for joy

Come dance in the forest come play in the field

And sing sing to the glory of the lord

Praise to the rain that waters our fields

And blesses our crops so all the earth yields

From death unto life her mystery revealed springs forth in joy

The heavens are telling the glory of god

And all creation is shouting for joy

Come dance in the forest come play in the field

And sing sing to the glory of the lord

Sing to be erys who make life to glory

The who gives you made to light my show

The flower and trees the warmths now

The had a long

The heavens are telling the glory of god

And all creation is shouting for joy

Come dance in the forest come play in the field

And sing sing to the glory of the lord

And sing sing to the glory of the lord