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.