Glad Songs

To Thee

O God

glad songs we bring

For ev­er­more we crown Thee king;

Stretch forth Thine arm

ex­tend Thy sway;

Break on the world Thy ris­ing day.

The migh­ty train of star­ry hosts

In chor­al strains Thy glo­ry boasts;

From sun to sun the ec­hoes bound

And dist­ant an­thems swell the sound.

The mount­ains to the val­leys cry

And riv­ers to the sea re­ply;

The win­ter ice

the sum­mer dew—

All liv­ing things are sing­ing

too.

Glad na­ture’s praise to Thee be­longs

We crown Thee in our earth­ly songs

And by our lives we would re­cord

Such praise as Heav­en gives its Lord.

Glad songs! glad songs! ring out our joy;

Let ho­ly themes our lips em­ploy

Till earth

re­deemed

shall lift her voice

And Heav’n shall ec­ho back

re­joice.