223. Songs of Praise are Swelling

1 Faces bright, with delight,
Greet the smiling morn;
Voices raise, songs of praise,
Winter's hour is gone.
Silver show'r, bring the flow'rs,
Full of fragrance rare,
Now is heard, song of bird,
Thro' the summer air.

Singing, singing, God the Father reigns,
Praise him, praise him, for his loving care;
Ringing, ringing, o'er the grassy plains,
Songs are swelling ev'rywhere.

2 Nature tells, all is well,
God the Father reigns;
Dark or light, fair or bright,
Constant he remains;
And his love, from above,
Round us e'er shall rest;
Trust in him, only him,
He knows what is best. [Chorus]

3 Summer flow'rs, in their bow'rs,
Trust in God alone;
So may we, joyous, free,
Seek his royal throne,
There to pray, ev'ry day,
For the faith that lives;
For we know, as we go,
Such he freely gives. [Chorus]

Text Information
First Line: Faces bright, with delight
Title: Songs of Praise are Swelling
Author: Helen Cruickshank
Refrain First Line: Singing, singing, God the Father reigns
Publication Date: 1904
Tune Information
Name: [Faces bright, with delight]
Composer: C. Harold Lowden
Key: B♭ Major

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