Looking for an old file I chanced upon this song that was lost for years...
Music
fills the universe- it beats in metered time
The
harmonies of heaven the seas and land entwine
The
changing of the seasons, the dancing sun and moon
They
sing of their composer- the One who calls the tune.
Returning praise to the author of our days
Returning praise we will extol His perfect ways
Returning praise as on glory our hearts gaze
We who are receiving grace are returning praise!
Returning praise to the author of our days
Returning praise we will extol His perfect ways
Returning praise as on glory our hearts gaze
We who are receiving grace are returning praise!
So
join them with your anthem and follow music’s course
Returning
to our author, our pattern and our source.
The
cries of every newborn, the silence of the dead
The
greening of the forest, the seas by rivers fed
Returning praise to the author of our days
Returning praise we will extol His perfect ways
Returning praise as on glory our hearts gaze
We who are receiving grace are returning praise!
Returning praise to the author of our days
Returning praise we will extol His perfect ways
Returning praise as on glory our hearts gaze
We who are receiving grace are returning praise!
Demand
to praise their maker with every rock and hill
Cry
out to praise the artist whose purpose they fulfill.
So
join them with your anthem and follow music’s course
Returning
to our author, our pattern and our source.
Returning praise to the author of our days
Returning praise we will extol His perfect ways
Returning praise as on glory our hearts gaze
We who are receiving grace are returning praise!
Returning praise to the author of our days
Returning praise we will extol His perfect ways
Returning praise as on glory our hearts gaze
We who are receiving grace are returning praise!
Anthony
Foster
November
13, 2002
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