We are gathered here and now we stand
Offering up praise to the one who made all of this great Land
All of this great Land
The hair on your head has been counted he knows the number
Oh awaken my spirit from your sleep from your slumber
From your slumber

He’s able to speak without a sound
He knows when a bird, a little bird falls down
Falls down to the ground, falls down to the ground
The mighty raging sea he can command to keep its border
The moon and the stars he does hold them in their order
Holds them in their order