We will chant in psalms of glo­ry,
We will sing in hymns of praise;
We will tell the dear old sto­ry—
Up to Heav’n our voices raise—
Singing of a Fa­ther’s mer­cies,
Of our mas­ter’s per­fect love;
How He came to earth and bless­ed us,
Then re­turned to Heav’n above.

Refrain

Glory, glo­ry be to the Fa­ther,
Praise and honor to the Son;
We will chant in loud­est ho­san­nas
For the vict’ry He has won.

We will chant in psalms of glad­ness,
We will sing both loud and long
Of the earth so full of beau­ty;
We will join in sweet­est song,
Of the spring­time and the sum­mer,
Of the mount­ain, hill and plain—
To the great and glo­ri­ous Giv­er;
Praise and hon­or to His name.

Refrain

We will chant our sweet­est music,
We will sing in tune­ful lay
Of the homes we love and cher­ish;
Up to Heav’n we’ll of­fer praise—
Yes, we’ll thank our heav’n­ly Fa­ther
For the love which He doth give;
And we’ll seek to own His fa­vor
By the lives which we may live.

Refrain