Morning is up!
Whate’er the weather,
Night yields to praise,
Singing in feather.
Chorus of joy
Starting the day’s chores.
Still heard at dusk
Thanking for day’s stores.
Might all our ways
Copy the wee bird,
Filled with God’s praise,
Ever by Him heard.
Then so much more
Bless’ed a sojourn,
Would we but sing;
His tune of trust learn.
Life is a thrill,
Vivid and stirring,
Join in the song
Each day occurring.
Father in Heaven
Waits with rich treasure,
Loosed by our praise,
Giving Him pleasure.
Sometimes the sun
Warms all our heartstrings,
Bursting with song
For gifts His love brings.
Other times, praise,
Sacrifice dearest,
Meets cloudy days,
Singing faith clearest.
Whate’er befalls,
Music uplifted
Always enthralls
The breast so gifted.
Yet ours much more
Gladsome a chorus.
Jesus prepares
Endless spring for us!
PSALM 92: 1, 2, 3
It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most High: To shew forth thy lovingkindness in the morning, and thy faithfulness every night, Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon the psaltery; upon the harp with a solemn sound.
