Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: Hear the voice of singing
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 7s and 6s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 191
Page Number: 211, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsI hear the voice of singing
Among the waving trees;
Its echoes still are ringing
In every playful breeze;
The bud its leaves attending--
The dew drop in its cell;
Their equal beauties blending,
The song of praise to swell.
The brooks with murmuring voices,
Pour forth their noisy lays;
And every thing rejoices
To sing Jehovah's praise:
On every cloud it lingers,
And thunders back in fire,
And winds with breezy fingers,
Awake the sleeping lyre.
The summer's cloud unfolding
Its misty scarf of air,
Which mountain hands are holding
To veil the sunset fair;
Whose golden rays ascending,
Gleam up the western sky,
And points the one offending
To mercy's bow on high.
Then let each heart with gladness,
Employ the circling year,
To banish every sadness,
And drooping hearts to cheer;
And when our years are ended,
And silent are our lays,
Then may our notes be blended
In everlasting-praise.