Spring

The wak­ing flow’rs

the sing­ing birds

Proclaim the joy­ous spring;

The ve­ry air is full of praise

Let hap­py child­ren sing.

Sing prais­es to the lov­ing Lord

Who lives in light on high

For all the to­kens of the spring

In earth

and air and sky.

The rip­pling laugh­ter of the brook

The blos­som-la­den trees

The nod­ding blades of ten­der grass

Their great cre­at­or please.

The sow­er scat­ters pre­cious grain

For reap­ing by and by;

Life’s spring­time is its sow­ing time

A sow­er

too

am I.