Songs of Praise

In a shady woodland
Among the trees
With warbling birds
And humming bees

With sighing from
The silent trees
Waved to them
By the summer breeze

The bubbling tune
Of the little brook
All speak to my heart
From this cozy nook

They are praising God
For his blessings free
Trying to teach
His love to me

And over my soul
His goodness creeps
From my heart
To you it leaps

In songs of praise
For these blessings free
The birds the bees
The sighing trees.