The earth itself still praises its Maker, the exhalations, as they arise with morn, are still a pure offering, acceptable to their Maker.
The lowing of the cattle, the singing of the birds, the leaping of the fishes, and the delights of animal creation, are still acceptable as votive offerings to the Most High.
The mountains still bring righteousness; on their hoary summits; God's holy feet might tread, for they are yet pure and spotless.
Still do the green valleys, laughing with their verdure send up their shouts to the Most High.
The praise of God is sung by every wind it is howled forth in dread majesty by the voice of the tempest, the winds resound it, and the waves, with their thousand hands, clap, keeping chorus in the great march of God.
The whole earth is still a great orchestra for God's praise, and his creatures still take up various parts in the eternal song, which, ever swelling and ever increasing, shall by-and-by mount to its climax in the consummation of all things.
Isaiah 55:12 ... For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Habakkuk 3:3 ... God came from Teman, and the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.
Psalm 69:34 ... Let the heaven and earth praise him, the seas, and every thing that moveth therein.
Psalm 145:10 ... All thy works shall praise thee, O Lord; and thy saints shall bless thee.
Psalm 150:6 ... Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord. ❤