1 In the rosy light of the morning bright,
Lift the voice of praise on high;
From the lips of youth to the God of truth,
Let the joyful echoes fly.

Chorus:
Sing praises, glad praises,
Sing, children, sing,
Let your songs arise to the lofty skies,
And exult in God our King.

2 As he look'd in love from the world above,
Our distresses fill'd his eye;
And, a world to save, his own Son he gave,
On the bloody tree to die. [Chorus]

3 Let his praise be spread, for the Lamb who bled,
To deliver us from woe,
He endured the cross, the disgrace, the loss;
Let his praise for ever flow! [Chorus]

4 Now, exalted high o'er the earth and sky,
He delights in mercy still;
Bends his gracious ear, our request to hear,
And our longing souls to fill. [Chorus]

5 On the cross he hung for the old and young,
But he loves the children best;
To his arms we'll fly, on his grace rely,
And secure his promised rest. [Chorus]