It is to Thee the song birds trill
In liquid notes so full and clear,
A warbling melody that floats
In joyous rapture through the air.
But mine, dear God, the listening ear,
That hears Thy voice speak from above,
And opens wide awakened thought,
To look "through Nature" up to Love.
Tis mine to know that Thou art God,
Creative Mind, protective power,
That marketh every sparrow's fall,
Abideth with me every hour;
To know the Spirit's sweet control,
That song and bird are symbols true
Of perfect harmony and joy
And gratitude, dear God, to You.
