Your voice it thunders
The oaks start twisting
The forest sounds with cedars breaking
The waters see You
and start their writhing
From the depths a song is rising
Now it's rising from the ground
Holy, Holy
Holy, Holy Lord
The earth is Yours
Holy, Holy
Holy, Holy Lord
The earth is Yours
The earth is Yours
Your voice it thunders
The ground is shaking
The mighty mountains now are trembling
Creation sees You
And starts composing
The fields and trees they start rejoicing.
Now it's rising from the ground
It's rising from the ground
Hear us crying out
Hear us crying out