God is our song, and every singer blest
who, giving praise, finds energy and rest.
All who praise God with unaffected joy
give back to us the blessing we destroy.
God is our song, for Jesus comes to save;
while praising him, we offer all we have.
New songs we sing, in ventures new unite,
when Jesus leads us upward into light.
This is the song no conflict ever drowns;
who praises God all human wrath disowns.
Love knows what rich complexities of sound
God builds upon a simple, common ground.
God is our silence when no songs are sung,
when ecstasy or sorrow still the tongue.
Glorious the faith which silently obeys
until we find again the voice of praise.