Oh, rest in the kindness of song Oh, rest in the joyous symphony Tomorrow belongs to the bees And yesterday was as uncertain as is today So, believe in light of nether years And embrace the grace of Christ Graciously inspired Gently stringing on this guitar The sound eternal So that I, I may sleep and awake anew Oh, silver tongue Say to me the peace I seek Oh, singing lark Weave the tapestry I sing Be blessed in the writings of old Rejoice in the chorus of histories Questions of life be at ease From same, same and similar old minds Oh, silver tongue Say to me the peace I seek Oh, singing lark Weave the tapestry I sing Dear bleeding heart Your flow's undone expressions keep The tinglings of unrelenting joy begin