As I sing my heart's thanksgiving
And my eyes look heaven ward,
How the stars you flung like jewels bid your welcome,
Shine your light.
As I marvel at your moonrise,
I'm in awe yet I ask.
"What am I that you should love me,
And hold me as your dearest love of all".
I.
You crown me with honor and glory,
And you set all things under my feet.
You have made me little less than angels even if I fly often away.
As I sing my heart's thanksgiving
And my eyes look heaven ward,
How the stars you flung like jewels bid your welcome,
Shine your light.
As I marvel at your moonrise,
I'm in awe yet I ask.
"What am I that you should love me,
And hold me as your dearest love of all".
II.
In my anxious and browbeaten moments you comfort me,
Fill me with peace.
When my foes threaten, dare, and surround me,
You're my strength you're my light and my shield.
As I sing my heart's thanksgiving
And my eyes look heaven ward,
How the stars you flung like jewels bid your welcome,
Shine your light.
As I marvel at your moonrise,
I'm in awe yet I ask.
"What am I that you should love me,
And hold me as your dearest love of all".