Like bird on radiant wing in skyward flight, high soaring,
My thought goes forth, unfettered, joyous, free;
Higher and higher it reaches up, outpouring,
In gift of gratitude, in wondrous melody.
To Thee, dear Giver of all gifts, the perfect and the true,
Father of lights, serene, unchanging, sure,
I rise on wings of faith; with gratitude I view
The heaven of Thy joy, where every thought is pure.
