Voices out of misty meadows
rise to touch the drowsy sun,
and the tender morning glory
melts into the river’s run.
Love is flowing like a river,
ever pulsing in my veins;
with the sun I rise with shining
eyes and walk before the rain.
Gloom has fled before the coming
of the sun’s ethereal rays,
and the angels dance in rapture
in their ceaseless hymns of praise.
Christ has brought this day unto me,
carried me with love, and I
have heard Him speak His peace within me,
lifting my soul to the sky.
Palms outstretched, my heart enraptured,
gently soaring, singing sweet,
voice enthralled in tongues angelic
calls the light my dark to meet.
In the morning shines Your glory
through the cloudy firmament,
light eternal, joyful ringing,
food celestial heaven-sent.
Let my tongue be ever silent
if I should forget Your praise.
Jesus Christ, Divine Romancer,
let me love You all my days.