1 Why are we all so happy,
Singing sweet, while we meet,
Why are we all so happy,
In this dear retreat,
Nature the fields adorning
Fresh and gay, fresh and gay,
Beautiful Sunday morning,
'Tis a holy day.
Here we learn a Saviour's name,
How on earth a child he came,
Suffered, died and rose again,
That we might dwell with him.

Chorus:
This is what makes us happy,
Singing sweet, while we meet,
That is what makes us happy,
In this dear retreat.

2 What are the wild birds singing,
Full of glee--full of glee,
Swiftly their pinions winging,
O'er the flow'ry lea.
Praising the God who made them,
Free as air--free as air.
Kindly his hand arrayed them
In the plumes they wear.
Wood and stream and meadow gay,
Join the merry, merry lay,
All are praising God to-day,
And we'll praise him too. [Chorus]

3 What are the angels singing,
Robed in white, crowned with light,
Ever their music ringing,
In that world so bright,
Singing of grace and glory,
Sweet and clear--sweet and clear,
Telling the wondrous story,
Children love so dear.
Happy, happy angel band,
Round our Father's throne they stand,
In that pure and sunny land,
Our home beyond the sky. [Chorus]