With Happy Voices Ringing

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.

What though no eye be­holds Thee

No hand Thy hand may feel

Thy uni­verse un­folds Thee

Thy star­ry heav’ns re­veal;

The earth and all its glo­ry

Our homes and all we love

Tell forth the won­drous sto­ry

Of One who reigns above.

And shall we not adore Thee

With more than joy­ous song

And live in truth be­fore Thee

All beau­ti­ful and strong?

Lord

bless our souls’ en­dea­vor

Thy serv­ants true to be

And through all life

for­ev­er

To live our praise to Thee.