Sing, for the world re­joic­es
Full of a thank­ful mirth;
Sing, for de­light­ful mu­sic
Filleth the hea­ven and earth;
Sing for the flow­ers are spring­ing
Forth from the ge­ner­ous sod.
Sing, for the world is sing­ing
Sweet, hap­py songs to God.

Sing, for the child­ren’s prais­es
Ever are sweet to Him;
Ever His great love last­eth,
Never His smile is dim;
Ever in storm and sun­shine,
Loves He His child­ren well;
Ever from night till morn­ing
They should His prais­es tell.

Sing, let the hap­py spring­time
Waken the tar­dy voice;
Let the whole world be hap­py,
Let ev­ery heart re­joice;
Sing of the Fa­ther’s good­ness,
And of the Sav­ior’s love;
Sing as ye tra­vel on­ward
To the fair home above.