Flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Song of Solomon 2:12
Words: Helen Cruickshank, 1903. Appeared in The Voice of Praise, edited by J. Lincoln Hall, C. Austin Miles & Irvin H. Mack (Philadelphia: Hall-Mack, 1904), number 223, alt.
Music: C. Harold Lowden (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Cruickshank or Lowden (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
Faces bright, with delight,
Greet the smiling morn;
Voices raise, songs of praise,
Winter’s hour is gone.
Silver showers,
Bring the flowers,
Full of fragrance rare,
Now is heard, song of bird,
Thro’ the summer air.
Refrain
Singing, singing,
God the Father reigns;
Praise Him, praise Him,
For His loving care;
Ringing, ringing,
O’er the grassy plain,
Songs are swelling everywhere.
Nature tells, all is well,
God the Father reigns;
Dark or light, fair or bright,
Constant He remains;
And His love, from above,
Round us e’er shall rest;
Trust in Him, only Him,
He knows what is best.
Refrain
Summer flowers,
in their bowers,
Trust in God alone;
So may we, joyous, free,
Seek His royal throne.
There to pray, every day,
For the faith that lives;
For we know, as we go,
Such He freely gives.
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