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

2 For 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.

Amen.