The waking flow’rs, the singing birds,
Proclaim the joyous spring;
The very air is full of praise,
Let happy children sing.
Sing praises to the loving Lord,
Who lives in light on high,
For all the tokens of the spring,
In earth, and air and sky.
The rippling laughter of the brook,
The blossom-laden trees,
The nodding blades of tender grass,
Their great Creator please.
The sower scatters precious grain
For reaping by and by;
Life’s springtime is its sowing time,
A sower, too, am I.