We will chant in psalms of glory,
We will sing in hymns of praise;
We will tell the dear old story—
Up to Heav’n our voices raise—
Singing of a Father’s mercies,
Of our Master’s perfect love;
How He came to earth and blessed us,
Then returned to Heav’n above.
Glory, glory be to the Father,
Praise and honor to the Son;
We will chant in loudest hosannas
For the vict’ry He has won.
We will chant in psalms of gladness,
We will sing both loud and long
Of the earth so full of beauty;
We will join in sweetest song,
Of the springtime and the summer,
Of the mountain, hill and plain—
To the great and glorious Giver;
Praise and honor to His name.
We will chant our sweetest music,
We will sing in tuneful lay
Of the homes we love and cherish;
Up to Heav’n we’ll offer praise—
Yes, we’ll thank our heav’nly Father
For the love which He doth give;
And we’ll seek to own His favor
By the lives which we may live.