As birds that breast the mist and rain
And sing within the wood,
So through each darkling cloud of ill
I see eternal good.
As carefree bird notes rise and call
Once more their glad refrain,
God's blessings circling all my steps
Restore my soul again.
Then sing, my heart, arise and sing;
Pour out your song to One
Who guides His children day by day,
Through cloud or shining sun.
