Canticle of the Sun

The heavens are telling the glory of God, And all creation is shouting for joy! Come, dance in the forest, come, play in the field, And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord! Praise for the sun, the bringer of day, He carries the light of the Lord in his rays; The moon and the stars who light up the way unto your throne! The heavens are telling the glory of God, And all creation is shouting for joy! Come, dance in the forest, come, play in the field, And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord! Praise for the wind that blows through the trees, The seas' mighty storms, the gentlest breeze; They blow where they will They blow where they please to please the Lord! The heavens are telling the glory of God, And all creation is shouting for joy! Come, dance in the forest, come, play in the field, And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord! Praise for the rain that waters our fields, And blesses our crops so all the earth yields; From death unto life her mystery revealed Springs forth in joy! The heavens are telling the glory of God, And all creation is shouting for joy! Come, dance in the forest, come, play in the field, And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord! Praise for the earth, Who makes life grow The creatures you made to let your life show; The flowers and trees that help us to know The heart of love The heavens are telling the glory of God, And all creation is shouting for joy! Come, dance in the forest, come, play in the field, And sing, sing to the glory of the Lord! Sing, sing to the glory of the Lord!