Bird Melodies

1 Listen to the joyous music,
Ringing over hill and plain,
All the happy birds are singing,
In a jubilant refrain.
Where the sunbeams bright are glancing,
Where the cooling shadows lie,
They are singing, sweetly singing, singing,
Glory songs to God on high.
From the waving branches green,
From the hearts of dewy flow’rs;
You can hear the song,
As it floats along,
Making glad the passing hours,
Where the sunbeams bright are glancing,
Where the cooling shadows lie,
They are singing, sweetly singing, singing,
Glory songs to God on high.

2 Hark! The merry birds are singing,
As they lightly soar on high,
And their songs grow ever sweeter,
As they near the azure sky;
Floating down in silver showers
Come the echoes soft and clear,
Hear the joyous music singing, singing,
Telling of God’s love so dear.
Gloom and sadness swift take wing,
Weary hearts grow glad and gay,
Join the happy song,
Ev’ry note prolong,
Praise the Lord! This summer day.
Floating down in silver showers
Come the echoes soft and clear,
Hear the joyous music singing, singing,
Telling of God’s love so dear.

3 They have gathered up the sunbeams
In a golden thread of praise
Ringing out in tuneful numbers,
Thro’ the festal summer days,
Hear the melodies enchanting
Rising to the azure sky,
They are singing, sweetly singing, singing,
Glory songs to God on High.
With the chorals of the birds,
Gladly we our voices blend,
Let us chant his praise,
Thro’ the sunny days,
As before his throne we bend.
Hear the melodies enchanting
Rising to the azure sky,
They are singing, sweetly singing, singing,
Glory songs to God on High.

Source: The Service of Praise #196

• MIDI file from The Service of Praise #196