There Is a Sound in Every Breeze

There is a sound in ev­ery breeze

A lang­uage all around—

We hear it from the stir­ring trees

And from the ver­dant ground;

That still small voice is ev­ery­where

Like mu­sic from above—

Air

earth

or sea

the voice is there;

It whis­pers

God is love.

Their leaves the sim­ple flow­er­ets spread

In per­fume to the sky—

Go

list­en at their dewy bed

That one soft voice is by—

With plum­èd wing the lit­tle bird

Sings in the shel­ter­ing grove

And in that song the voice is heard

It says

Our God is love

O

may that voice in child­hood’s days

Within our hearts be found—

O

may we join that hymn of praise

That springs from all around—

And thus on earth be­gin the song

Now heard in Heav’n ab­ove

Where ev­er bow the white robed throng

And sing

Our God is love.