Holy (Traditional English-Language)

Verse 1

At dawn the quiet hills awake,

And fields receive the morning rain;

The hands that shaped the earth and sky

Still hold the world through joy and pain.

Chorus

Holy, holy, source of mercy,

Maker of the wide and deep;

Love that gathers every pilgrim,

Faithful through our waking sleep.

Verse 2

The river carries songs of thanks,

The cedar bends before the breeze;

In every voice, in every breath,

We find a grace that sets us free.

Chorus

Holy, holy, source of mercy,

Maker of the wide and deep;

Love that gathers every pilgrim,

Faithful through our waking sleep.

Verse 3

When evening lays its calm on earth,

And weary hearts seek shelter there,

Let all our days become a praise,

A life made generous with care.

Final Chorus

Holy, holy, source of mercy,

Maker of the wide and deep;

Love that gathers every pilgrim,

Faithful through our waking sleep.

Holy, holy, ever near us,

Keep us in your tender care;

May our hands make room for kindness,

May our hope be ours to share.

Outro

Amen, amen.