1 In the murmur of the breeze
There is music low and sweet,
In the gently waving trees,
And the flow’rs beneath our feet.
Refrain:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Is the language of the skies;
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord,
Nature’s happy voice replies.
2 And the bird on airy wing
Seems in merry tones to say,
God has taught me how to sing,
I must praise him all the day. [Refrain]
3 Let our hearts take up the strain,
Let us praise him o’er and o’er,
Let us join the glad refrain,
Till we sing on earth no more. [Refrain]