The Summer is Coming

Verse 1

The summer is coming, the honeybees humming, And seeking the blossoms they love; Each morning discloses a new wealth of roses, Green branches are bending above.

Chorus

Praise God in the highest! O praise Him today! O praise Him today! O praise Him today! With flow’rs of affection He’s strewing our way, O praise Him, O praise Him today.

Verse 2

The jubilant season brings many a reason, For praising our Father on high; The meek lilies growing, His goodness are showing, Love smiles from the sunny blue sky.

Verse 3

Oh, hear us, our Father, as gladly we gather, WE thank Thee again for Thy care; ’Tis thro’ the dear Savior we ask for Thy favor, That in Thy rich grace we may share.