How beautiful it is to hear
The voices of the young,
And let our hearts be lifted by
The melody they have sung.
The dawn of spring is filled with song
Of birds, and breeze, and rain.
Have you not been quickened
By their lilting springtime strains?
But in this complex world of ours,
There is not anything
As stirring as the voice of youth
Who worship Him and sing.
Ideals Easter 1968