Of All

Oh look at the sun, how it shines, how
it shimmers
Oh look at the dew, how it sparkles
and glimmers
Just peek down at small blades of fresh springtime grass
And peer up at white clouds, oh see as
they pass
This bright world around you is calling
out loud
Pulling you far from the e'er
madding crowd
 

So fight it not, fear it not, let it be king
                           Embrace with bold heart-cry this most wondrous thing
                                                       Of summer and winter and colorful fall
                                                                                The Lord, He is the Highest, oh Ruler of all.