Songs of praise are swelling

Faces bright with delight, Great the smiling morn

Author: H. Cruickshank
Tune: [Faces bright, with delight] (Lowden)
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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]

Source: The Voice of Praise: a compilation of the very best sacred songs for us in Sunday Schools and praise services #223

Author: H. Cruickshank

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First Line: Faces bright with delight, Great the smiling morn
Title: Songs of praise are swelling
Author: H. Cruickshank


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