Songs of Praise Are Swelling

Faces bright

with de­light

Greet the smil­ing morn;

Voices raise

songs of praise

Winter’s hour is gone.

Silver show­ers

Bring the flow­ers

Full of frag­rance rare

Now is heard

song of bird

Thro’ the sum­mer air.

Singing

sing­ing

God the Fa­ther reigns;

Praise Him

praise Him

For His lov­ing care;

Ringing

ring­ing

O’er the gras­sy plain

Songs are swell­ing ev­ery­where.

Nature tells

all is well

God the Fa­ther reigns;

Dark or light

fair or bright

Constant He re­mains;

And His love

from above

Round us e’er shall rest;

Trust in Him

on­ly Him

He knows what is best.

Summer flow­ers

In their bow­ers

Trust in God alone;

So may we

joy­ous

free

Seek His roy­al throne.

There to pray

ev­ery day

For the faith that lives;

For we know

as we go

Such He free­ly gives.