words by T. L. Moody
music by Greg Scheer
copyright March 2019
1. The Lark, in song, gives birth to praise;
It rises, drawn by Holy Dove,
From nesting note on meadow’s floor
To sing on wing in sky above,
To sing on wing in sky above.
Come praise, be cradled in our souls,
Come faith, come joy, in song embrace.
Through lyric’s line, through meter’s time,
Come lift us to our Savior’s face,
Come lift us to our Savior’s face.
2. Then with one voice our rhymes will rise,
Plumed incense circling ‘round your throne.
A thousand Alleluias sung
By flesh, by stars, by humble stones,
By flesh, by stars, by humble stones.