Full Lyrics
How sweet is summer morning,
When dewdrops gem the ground,
Distilling sweetest fragrance
The balmy air around;
When every word resoundeth
With songbirds' matin lays,
The voice of Nature lifting
Her great Creator's praise.
The sun of summer morning,
How joyously he soars,
As over mead and mountain
His gorgeous radiance pours;
Then quick at heavens bright portals,
The lark his strain doth raise,
And mingles earthborn music
With angels' sacred praise!
