Morning lies gently on the dreaming hills;
The music of a new day echoes far
Across the plain, through wood and field and valley.
God's morning is upon us. We are held
Within the shelter of His encircling wing.
How shall we honor Him whose presence fills
The broad domain, whose loving Word is law,
Who changeth not with every changing morrow?
How shall we praise Him for the gift of song,
For richness of the prayer of understanding?
In keeping of His statutes is our praise,
In observation of His covenant,
With joy and with the music of thanksgiving.
God is our need, and great is our desire
To know His presence in the silent hours,
To fathom His compassion, broad and deep.
Our feet are set in paths of loveliness,
Our joy lies in the keeping of His Word;
Our cup is full, and truly runneth over.
Peace lingers over hill and vale and meadow,
And blesses humble hearts that bow in worship.
God's morning is upon us who rejoice
In the perfection of His radiant hour.
