It's time to sing! At breath of dawn
the birds awake to herald morn.
Awake, my heart, and grateful be
that God is All-in-all to thee.
His All of clarity and power
is fully present in this hour;
Is present now with evidence
to celebrate omnipotence,
To celebrate our Father's plan
for His belov'd idea, man.
Beloved, let the force of joy
the resonance of thought employ,
Resounding through our nights and days
the urgent music of His praise—
New music, fresh as timeless spring.
Awake, my heart, it's time to sing!
