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The mountains are formed at His hand
great and majestic they truly are
so high right up to the heavens
one can't reach it being so far

The forces of the wind He's made
blows through every valley and dale
so very powerful destroys all before
no human withstands can only fail

God puts thoughts into man
His mind begins only in God alone
without divinity it leaves a void
all so empty and hard as stone

The morning is darkness altogether
before God's hand who made it so
but also brings light out of darkness
so God is one striking such mighty blow

All the earth's highs He has tread
for His is greater than any name
no one can compare to His greatness
Lord God of hosts always the same

('For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind,
   and declares to man what is his thought,
who makes the morning darkness,
   and treads on the heights of the earth—
   the Lord, the God of hosts, is his name!')
Amos 4: 13 (ESV)

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