The bold mountains stand rugged and strong
They have endured the centuries long
Their clouded stately peaks point to the sky
They know their Maker who reigns on high.
Maker of the mountains, His hand is everywhere.
From the deepest sea to the tallest lair,
He’s made everything with care.
Although we cannot see Him,
We know He’s always there.
Maker of the mountains, His glory beyond compare.
God shaped the lofty mountains in every land
With skill and precision by His mighty hand
He sculpted and formed with no frustration
Finally content with His work of creation.
Let the mountains sing and praise with delight
Their Creator made them a wondrous sight
These pinnacles make His glories known
God alone commands from the throne.