Let songs of praise arise
To God at ear­ly morn,
When gold­en beams from east­ern skies
The mount­ain peaks adorn.

When plum­aged song­sters raise
Their var­ied notes of joy,
When blos­soms breathe their frag­rant praise,
Let praise our tongues em­ploy.

At noon­tide, too, O Lord,
Thy praise shall be our theme,
When floods of burn­ing light are poured
O’er mount­ain, vale and stream.

At even­ing’s star­lit hour,
Still be His praise ex­pressed,
When count­less stars of light,
His pow­er and watch­ful love at­test.