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 Upon these fields in years gone by Stands wrought before our wondering eye! Solo Voice. Such is not due to human hand, 'T is God, who thus has blest your land! So, like the scent of sacrifice, Let ye to Him your thanks arise. Other voices. Praise the Lord! Chorus. Praise Him, ye Earth and Sky, Praise Him, oh Sea! Glory to God on high: 2. Chorus. Your merry blasts ye trumpets send Throughout the land, from end to end, To gladden by your tidings' peal, Where throbs a heart for Texas' weal. Solo Voice. So also let their joyous sound Waft over every hero's mound,