Sommarpsalm

I am preparing this song in Swedish.  The translation I thought was so beautiful.

A friendly verdure, richly garbed,
has adorned valley and meadow.
Now the wind's warm breath caresses
the fair herb meadows.
And sunshine and the rustling in the grove
and the murmur of the wave in the willows
proclaim summertime.

The frenzied birds praise
their happiness and their summer peace.
From the thicket of the wood, from the quiet nest
their song sounds forth.
A hymn strikes up with joy and up
from their glad chanting,
from the flowers and fields.

But you, O God, who makes our earth
so beautiful in the summer hours,
grant that I may heed your Word first and foremost
and Your wondrous mercy.
All flesh is grass, and the blossom fades,
and time banishes everything,
only the Lord's Word remains.