now all god’s birds from their sleep awake
Now all
God’s birds from their sleep awake,
They fly
from their nests and start singing;
They
praise the Lord God, every effort they make
To thank
him for life and for light with their trills sweetly ringing.
On
church roof chirrups the swallow gay,
Round
houses close by cheeps the sparrow;
They
call out: Good morning! they call out Good day!
They
call out: God’s peace! God be praised! And shoot off like an arrow.
The
small bird’s song to Our Lord is plain;
He knows
every soul he’s created;
The
praises of poor folk he does not disdain;
He sees
what his creatures though tongueless would dearly have stated.
Our God
most dear, you see us all too!
You hear
in your heaven our voices;
When
birds from their nests every day fly anew,
You hear
infant praises as part of your throng that rejoices.
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