Tune: Praise my soul
(\'Praise, my soul, the King of heaven\')
Isaiah 55 v.10-13
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As rain and snow fall from heaven
And waters the earth so then
Making it bring forth and bud too
Gives seed to sower anew
And gives bread unto us, we eat
God\'s providings thus complete
So shall His word be that proceeds
From His mouth, it meets our needs
Shall not return to Him empty
But it shall accomplish, see
What He pleases, and shall propser
Where\'er He does send it sure
For you shall go out with joy new
And be led forth with peace true
Mounts and hills shall break forth into
Song, creation join with you
Trees of fields shall too clap as hands
In the celebration bands
Instead of thorns shall be fir trees
Instead of briers myrtle trees
It shall be to the LORD a name
Worthy of honour and fame
It be for an e\'erlasting sign
Not destroyed but His design