10 10 10 10 D Thou rushing river lift your voice in praise of Him whose steps went forth before your flood. The Word by which the Ancient of all days brought forth the earth where He would shed His blood, the hand that carved the bed your waters know, itself is living water to the dead. Through many lands and nations you may flow, but living springs refresh the heart instead. Thou mighty trees cry forth and clap your hands. Though tall and strong you are, from Jesse's tree grows forth a branch to rule the many lands, before whom even you will bend the knee. From David's line has come a mighty King, the Holy grafted into Judah's stem. Eternal, He will reign o'er everything, Who was ere Abraham the great I AM. Thou mountaintops attaining to the sky, the same who once ascended on a cloud will soon ascend in view of every eye. Before Him every knee will then be bowed. Jerusalem, which rests upon your heights, when earth is recreated will reside upon the highest mountain, strong in might, and there on Zion's hill we will abide. Thou stars of heaven shower forth your light, and Sun, in imitation of the Son, in glory and in brilliance shine bright as surely as the firstborn one has done. You rise each night to crown the evening sky, the morning star arises in our hearts. Once crucified, now risen, lifted high the Savior from before creation's start. ~ AMDG