When God's favour for someone
To far lands gives him His run
Willing to show his miracles' lots
Of mountains and rivers, fields and woods.

Lazybones are at home, let them lay
They'll never admire an early day
Over their children's cradle rather they hum
Worrying about bread and what's to be done.

Brooks off the mountains gaily spring
Skylarks above delightedly sing
Why don't we sing along their best
From the bottom of our young chest.

To Almighty God let's give Him thanks
For all those brooks, larks, woods and fields
And the whole Earth and heaven awaits His grace
Not mention He willingly enlightened my face.