From my heart I have a song to sing

Glorious praises to my Heavenly King.

As the fowls in the sky early morning

Lift high through the air praise adorning.

To the Holy One, Creator of All

Redeemer of man after the fall.

Not unto us do our praises go

Only to Jesus, meek and low.

Who, even as the birds sang that day

Rose victorious and cast death away.

At the right hand of God in the heavens seated

My Saviour, My Lord, all sin is defeated.

To Him I wish to sing this song

As I serve Him and praise Him all day long.