Welcome little birds of spring
With the cheerful sounds you bring,
We are glad to hear your voice
Making wood and vale rejoice.
We would learn your joyous song
Early morn and all day long,
We would learn to trustful be
Which with happiness agree.
You have pass’d the winter through,
Comforts have been scarce and few,
Yet your needs have been supplied
Otherwise you must have died:
So your glad and grateful praise
Seem to God your thanks to raise;
Saved from death you rise to learn
What your labors now may earn.
We would learn this lesson, too
And begin our life anew,
All the past we leave behind
On the cross no sin to find.
Christ is risen from the grave,
Having all the ransom paid;
In the darkness of the night,
Now to live in glory bright.
God who hears the raven’s cry,
Sending help it can descry,
Sees our weakness, hears our prayer.
Giving strength to do or bear.
Let us then in joyful song
Praise our God the way along,
Thank Him for the blessings nigh
Since His Son has been to die:
This will make us happy here,
Keep our tongue, our eye and ear
Ever ready all the day
His good pleasure to obey.
“PRAISE, O YE SERVANTS OF THE LORD, PRAISE THE NAME OF THE LORD.” Ps. 113:1.
ML 12/23/1917