The Hills Put On Their Sunday Green

[Intro - Flatpicked guitar; fiddle answers] [Verse 1 - Bubba, male solo] Praise is waiting there in Zion, Promises before Your door; You who hear the prayer of mortals, All the earth will seek You, Lord. When our wrongs have overwhelmed us, You can wash the stain away; Blessed the ones You bring beside You, Satisfied within Your place. [Chorus - Duet] The hills put on their Sunday green, The valleys lift their grain; You have crowned the year with goodness, You have softened earth with rain. Every furrow drinks Your kindness, Every meadow finds a song; Let the fields become a chorus, Let the grateful sing along. [Verse 2 - Darlene, female solo] You set mountains on foundations, You can still the restless sea; You can hush the roar of nations, Far-off shores will trust in Thee. Morning opens up with gladness, Evening answers with delight; You have filled Your flowing river, Made the tender growth rise bright. [Instrumental Break - Fiddle and boogie piano; slap bass] [Bridge - Duet, light ukulele] Clothed with flocks, the open pasture; Dressed with grain, the valley floor; All this singing earth bears witness To the goodness of the Lord. [Final Chorus - Duet and congregation] The hills put on their Sunday green, The valleys lift their grain; You have crowned the year with goodness, You have softened earth with rain. Every furrow drinks Your kindness, Every meadow finds a song; Let the fields become a chorus, Let the grateful sing along. [Outro - All] You who hear us, You who feed us, All our thanks to You belong.