Hear the hap­py voic­es ring­ing,
All up­raised in joy­ous song;
Gladsome notes to Heav’n are wing­ing,
From the hap­py child­ish throng.
Sweet to hear God’s joy­ous child­ren,
Praising Him, their heav’n­ly king;
He will ev­er keep them shel­tered,
’Neath the sha­dow of His wing.

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Ringing, ring­ing, ring­ing,
Hear the child­ren’s hap­py voic­es ring;
Singing, sing­ing, sing­ing,
Hear the hap­py child­ren sing­ing,
Ringing, ring­ing, ring­ing,
Hear the hap­py child­ish throng;
Music sweet is sound­ing,
On the air re­sound­ing,
Listen to the joy­ous song.

Hark! the mu­sic sweet is sound­ing,
On the per­fumed sum­mer air;
From the woods and fields re­sound­ing,
Nature an­swers ev­ery­where.
How the bright and hap­py faces,
Scatter sun­shine on the way;
With their win­some, smil­ing grac­es,
On this joy­ous Child­ren’s Day.

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Flow’rs their pret­ty heads are bend­ing,
In the gen­tle sum­mer breeze;
Gold and crim­son soft­ly bend­ing,
With the green and wav­ing trees.
Streams are in the sun­light danc­ing,
Gliding swift­ly on their way;
In their ne­ver ceas­ing mo­tion,
Emblems of eter­nal day.

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