My Father, the King

The lilies of the field Rejoice in His light. The stars in the heavens Exalt Him by night. And I, how may I show The wonder I feel-- The pleasures I know, As I reverently kneel Before my Father, the King? The earth's mighty mountains Exult in His ways. The forest giants lift up Their branches in praise. And I, how may I proclaim His eternal glory-- The power in His name, The unending story Of my Father, the King? Gloria Patri, The mockingbird sings. The earth shouts hosannas To the King of all kings. And I, how may I present My offering of love For each blessing that's sent From the storehouse above By my eternal Father, the King?