If these shall hold their peace, the stones will cry out. Luke 19:40
Words: Thomas Goadby, in the School Hymnal, edited by William R. Stevenson (London: E. Marlborough, 1880), number 95.
If you know where to get a good photo of Goadby (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Morn awakes and woodlands ring,
Earth and Heav’n with glory shine;
Glad as birds of dawn we sing,
Brimming o’er with song divine.
Sunbeams glitter, day is come,
Fled are all the fears of night;
Stones will shout, if lips are dumb:
Praise to Thee, great Lord of Light!
Bounding in the hearts of men,
Breaking on the grassy sod,
Swells the living tide again
From the flowing founts of God.
Dewy slumber leaves the eyes,
Joy in every soul is rife,
As from death, lo, all things rise;
Praise to Thee, great Lord of Life!
Sweet as God’s sweet grace the air
Breathes its freshness o’er the flowers;
Earth is beautiful and fair,
Blessèd are the morning hours.
Golden fields with radiance glow,
Golden skies gleam bright above,
Eden comes again below;
Praise to Thee, great Lord of Love!
Swiftly flies the night of time,
Soon eternal day will dawn,
Angel choirs in song sublime
Heralding unfading morn;
Then, transfigured evermore,
All the sin of earth forgiv’n,
Loud we’ll sing where saints adore,
Praise to Thee, great Lord of Heav’n!