1 With happy voices singing,
Thy children, Lord, appear;
Their joyous praises bringing
In anthems full and clear;
For skies of golden splendor,
For azure rolling sea,
For blossoms sweet and tender,
O Lord, we worship thee.

2 What though no eye beholds thee,
No hand thy touch may feel,
Thy universe unfolds thee,
Thy starry heavens reveal;
The earth and all its glory,
Our homes and all we love,
Tell forth the wondrous story
Of One who reigns above.

3 And shall we not adore thee,
With more than joyous song,
And live in truth before thee,
All beautiful and strong?
Lord, bless our souls' endeavor
Thy servants true to be,
And through all life, forever,
To live our praise to thee.

Amen.