Raise Your Branches

Mornings are the best time to view the garden. The plants are lifting their delicate arms to the sky as if to thank God for another day. I wonder what hymns they sing and what their voices sound like as they praise our heavenly Savior. Would the trees sing bass and the roses soprano? Would their chants be slow, fast, or both? If only we could be a part of their glorious choir as they bask in the warmth of the sunlight. 

All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing

O praise Him, Alleluia

 

Thou burning sun with golden beam
Thou silver moon with softer gleam

O praise Him, O praise Him
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia

 

Thou rushing wind that art so strong
Ye clouds that sail in Heaven along

O praise Him, Alleluia

 

Thou rising moon in praise rejoice
Ye lights of evening find a voice

O praise Him, O praise Him
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia

 

Let all things their Creator bless
And worship Him in humbleness

O praise Him, Alleluia

 

Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son
And praise the Spirit, three in one

O praise Him, O praise Him
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia

 

Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son
And praise the Spirit, three in one

O praise Him, O praise Him
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia

-Ralph Vaughan Williams 

 

 

 

Nancy Jane