Why should we sigh, when we should sing?
Why fold, when we should spread the wing?
Though o’er our hearts should hang a cloud,
Let us ascend, and sing aloud.
Sure we, who are of heav’nly birth,
Should not be chain’d to cares of earth;
But rise on faith’s unwearied wing,
And praises unto Jesus sing.
The Lark must needs frequent the ground,
For there its mate and young are found;
And find its heav’n-provided fare;
But must it e’er be pinioned there?
Oh, no! from earth it loves to soar,
And in the sky its strain to pour;
And shall not we with joy upspring,
And sing our songs while on the wing?
Who has such cause to sing as we?
And who can strike so high a key?
Redeem’d to God, and bless’d on high,
Our Life, our home, above the sky.
God’s children, lov’d as Christ, His Son,
With Him, the Head, forever one!
Oh! freely we our praises bring,
Rejoicing, we give thanks and sing.
While gazing on His glorious face,
The Fulness, Fount of love and grace!
While dwelling on His dying love,
And all His living love above,
We taste of heav’n, inhale its air,
In body here, in spirit there;
To Him, we fragrant worship bring,
To Him, we with the Spirit sing.
We soon shall hear His welcome call,
And rise to meet Him—one and all;
Then, with delight and sweet surprise,
Shall we behold Him in the skies.
Then, in His image we shall be,
And evermore His glory see;
And when He leads the song we sing,
How will the vaulted heavens ring!
ML 09/09/1906