All nature sings a lovely song,
Harmonious and bright,
As music on a golden harp
God's goodness to recite.
Nature hums her happy tune
And echoes her refrain
Through valley, hill and dale,
To the sea and o'er the plain.
Her worship rising to our God,
Wafting, drifting in the air
To celebrate His glorious gifts,
Creates a symphony of prayer.
Nature sends her eager call
To say, "Come worship and rejoice",
To add our own bright chorus
To her pretty, lilting voice.
"Praise the Lord from the earth... mountains and all hills; fruitful trees and all cedars..."
Psalm 148:7, 9 KJV
© 2008 Arlene Schwartzkopf