THERE is beauty in the morning blush
Caressing vale and hills,
’Mong the willow and the stately rush
That listen to the rills,
In the feathered songsters warbling forth
From choir lofts in the tree,
In the flowers bearing perfume rare
To nature’s harmony.
O, the world is wondrous beautiful
And fair, on every hand,
In a marvelous variety
For joy throughout the land:
And I wonder what our earth can be
When scourge of sin is o’er,
What the blissful sounds of ecstasy
That vibrate heaven’s shore.
Paint the beauty words depict as rare
In books of earthly lore,
Dream of wondrous music passing sweet
All voices heard before,
Yet no artist ever visioned scenes
That wait for you and me
When amid angelic heavenly hosts
We join God’s symphony.
