The birds sing with joy
The wildflowers lay still and wait
The lake shimmers below
Awake to rise with the sun.
Alone I sit, awake and waiting
Alive and calm, I ponder the dawn
In quiet majesty You reign
In heaven over earth
You formed the world and all in it
You are the Maker, the Lord.
None has excuse
Glory is ‘round us all
From the peaks to the pulpits
You reveal; we revere.
Come, O my soul, behold the Maker!
Day by day He shows His power
With brilliant light, cast abroad
I see the handiwork of God
Come, O my soul, I want not to forget
Every day I wake, Glory goes before
He summons the universe to worship
He calls the world to gladness
Sit, be quiet, behold the work of God.
A Different Kind Of Speaking 