Text: | Songs of Praise are Swelling |
Author: | Helen Cruickshank |
Tune: | [Faces bright, with delight] |
Composer: | C. Harold Lowden |
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.
Chorus:
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 | |
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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 | |
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Name: | [Faces bright, with delight] |
Composer: | C. Harold Lowden |
Key: | B♭ Major |