I see the sunrise, reflecting off the dew,
The tiny prisms, sing out a song of You.
I see the river, awash in dazzling spray,
All nature worships, the One who made the day.
The crash of thunder, resounds across the hills,
And awe of You, Lord, within my heart instills.
The vibrant meadow, aglow in vibrant bloom,
May I reflect them, whose simple theme is You.
Just simple harp strings, brought forth a melody:
The little shepard, he sang his song to Thee.
No symphony to sing, just a song on silver wing:
Oh, Lord how lovely, the humble song to Thee.
So here's my song to Thee, Oh God of majesty.
Though I can't even sing, like a lowly sparrow.
My trembling voice I raise, I want to join the praise.
I lift my joyful soul, the one that You made whole.