His voice can be heard in the roaring
Of breakers that crash on the shore
His splendor is seen in the morning
As sunlight is coming once more.
Arise and come, the lord is here
Arise, my friends
He comes to share with you
A life that never ends.
His love can be seen in the children
Who romp in the playground in spring.
His beauty is found in the faces
Of all who can smile and sing..
His might, can be seen in the mountains
So still with the snow on their crest
His pity is seen in the swallow
That cares for the young in its nest.
He comes in the heat of the city
Mid noise of the cars and the mils.
He comes in the peace of the forest
In desert or cool of the hills.