Song : The Heavens Are Telling The Glory
Album : With Joyful Lips (C)
Category : Liturgical Hymnal
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The Heavens Are Telling The Glory Of God,
And All Creation Is Shouting For Joy,
Come Dance In The Forest, Come Play In The Field,
And Sing, Sing To The Glory Of The Lord.
Sing To The Sun, The Bringer Of Day,
He Carries The Light Of The Lord In His Rays,
The Moon And The Stars,
Who Light Up The Way Unto Your Throne.
The Heavens Are Telling The Glory Of God,
And All Creation Is Shouting For Joy,
Come Dance In The Forest, Come Play In The Field,
And Sing, Sing To The Glory Of The Lord.
Praise To The Wind, That Blows Through The Trees,
The Seas Mighty Storms, The Gentlest Breeze,
They Blow Where They Will,
They Blow Where They Please, To Please The Lord.
The Heavens Are Telling The Glory Of God,
And All Creation Is Shouting For Joy,
Come Dance In The Forest, Come Play In The Field,
And Sing, Sing To The Glory Of The Lord.
Praise To The Rain, That Waters Our Fields,
And Blesses Our Crops, So All The Earth Yields,
From Death Unto Life Her Mystery Concealed,
Springs Forth In Joy.
The Heavens Are Telling The Glory Of God,
And All Creation Is Shouting For Joy,
Come Dance In The Forest, Come Play In The Field,
And Sing, Sing To The Glory Of The Lord.
Praise To The Fire, Who Gives Us His Light,
The Warmth Of The Sun To Brighten Our Night,
He Dances With Joy, His Spirit So Bright,
He Sings Of You.
The Heavens Are Telling The Glory Of God,
And All Creation Is Shouting For Joy,
Come Dance In The Forest, Come Play In The Field,
And Sing, Sing To The Glory Of The Lord.