1 All ye who like the birds can soar,
Who earth and sea and sky explore,
Lift up your hearts in singing;
Give praise to God, for good is He
And by His grace would set you free
Who still to earth are clinging.
2 My soul, thou art of noble birth,
Thy thoughts rise upward from the earth
As if on eagle pinions.
Most lofty is thy upward flight
When thou ascendest, robed in light,
To heaven's fair dominions.
3 Thou canst not find on land or sea
A creature that is like to thee,
In need of grace from heaven;
God verily had thee in mind
When through His Son He saved mankind,
And thou to Him be given.
4 Awake, my soul, lift up thy voice;
Do thou in Christ the Lord rejoice
And laud Him as thy Savior,
Who from the Father's throne above
Bestows on thee His wondrous love,
His grace and ev'ry favor.
5 Go tell it to the birds that fly
And to the angels in the sky,
Whose song so happy soundeth,
That thou like them with joyful zest
Wilt praise thy God and call Him blest,
Whose grace to all aboundeth.
Source: American Lutheran Hymnal #636