| As I wonder through the frozen
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| Landscape of Scandinavia
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| I am surrounded by The magnificent creation
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| Thy nature truly a testimony
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| Of Thy eternal might
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| Like a wall, ancient mountains
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| Rise beyond the endless forests
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| As a mirror, the cold lakes
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| Reflect their shadows
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| Star of the Nordic skies glimpse
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| In harmony with the heavenly
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| Symphony of colours
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| The majestic northern lights
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| I praise Thee, o Master
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| For the gift of nature
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| I praise Thee
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| For the landscape of Scandinavia
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| Thou spread snow like wool
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| And scatter frost like ashes
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| Thou hurls down Thy hail like morsels
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| Who can withstand Thy icy blast?
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| Thou send Thy word and melt them
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| Thou stir the breeze
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| And let the water flow
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| Ancient beasts of the north
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| Made by Thy hands
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| In the depths of the Swedish
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| Wastelands they live
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| Elks and bears
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| Kings of the wood
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| Who would not fear their creator?
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| Thou have shown me The beauty of lynx and fox
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| Their cunning conceived
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| By Thy wisdom in days of old
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| I have heard the wolves
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| Lift their howls of praise heavenwards
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| While ravens and eagles sour
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| In the midst of the sky
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| Proclaiming that the hour has come
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| For the day of the Lord is near
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| Soon it is upon us Verily, I have seen Thy sign
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| The crimson moonlight |