1 Now to our loving Father, God,
A gladsome song begin;
His smile is on the world abroad,
His joy our hearts within.
We need not, Lord, our gladness leave
To worship thee aright;
Our joyfulness for praise receive;
Thou make'st our lives so bright!
2 We turn to God a smiling face,
He smiles on us again;
He loves to see our cheerfulness,
And hear our gladsome strain.
The pure in heart are always glad,
The smile of God they feel;
He doth the secret of his joy
To blameless hearts reveal.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Now to our loving Father, God |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1891 |