Triumphant Songs No.2 ‎#72

72. The Birds are Singing

1 The birds are singing on the trees
And flowers bedeck the ground;
Amid these things so sweet and fair,
Our voices may resound;
This day our Lord ascended high,
With solemn jubilee,
Then let us join the angel choirs
In glad festivity.

2 Welcome to us is Christmas morn,
For then our Savior mild,
In Bethlehem for us was born
A dread and holy child;
But oh, with Christmas carols glad,
Are blent some notes of woe,
To think what anguish for our sakes
That heav’nly babe must know.

3 And good for us that blessed day,
On which our Savior died,
And shed the water and the blood
From out his precious side.
We thank the Lord who saved us thus,
But glad we dare not be,
For thinking of the crown of thorns
And of the blood-stained tree.

4 Our Easter day is glad and bright
And alleluias ring
From all the church to welcome back
Her risen Lord and King.
Yet not at blessed Easter tide
The triumph is complete,
Our Savior lingers still on earth,
Far from his father’s seat.

5 But blest Ascension day to us
Brings happiness alone,
We joy with our triumphant Lord,
Ascending to his throne.
The angels welcome him on high,
With glad and solemn lay;
Then let us echo back their songs
This bright Ascension Day.

Text Information

• First Line: The birds are singing on the trees
• Title: The Birds are Singing
• Publication Date: 1889

Tune Information

• Name: [The birds are singing on the trees]
• Composer: M. L. McPhail