How Glad The Tone When Summers Sun

How glad the tone when summer’s sun
Wreathes the gay world with flowers,
And trees bend down with golden fruit,
And birds are in the bowers!

The moon sends silent music down
Upon each earthly thing;
And always, since creation’s dawn,
The stars together sing.

Shall man remain in silence, then,
While all beneath the skies
The chorus joins? no, let us sing,
And, while our voices rise,

Oh, let our lives, great God, breathe forth
A constant melody;
And every action be a tone
In that sweet hymn to thee!