Like the bird that sings at morning
When it ushers in the day,
Thus my heart, to Thee uplifted
Sings aloud its grateful lay.

Though the clouds may sometimes gather,
And through storms my path may be,
Yet I hear Thy voice above me,
And Thy ruling hand I see.

When these fleeting scenes are ended
And to earth I bid farewell,
When I reach Thy blessed kingdom,
And in nobler strains I’ll tell.