Ye flow’ry plains, proclaim His skill; Valleys lie low before His eye; And let His praise from ev’ry hill Rise tuneful to the neighb’ring sky. Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on ev’ry chord; From all below, and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.
Ye flow’ry plains, proclaim His skill;
Valleys lie low before His eye;
And let His praise from ev’ry hill
Rise tuneful to the neighb’ring sky.
Speak of the wonders of that love
Which Gabriel plays on ev’ry chord;
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.