Poems (Coolidge)/Sing Unto the Lord

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

"SING UNTO THE LORD"

Had we in Christ but learned to dwell
 Our lives were each a song;
To hearts at peace the world's dismay
 Can ne'er again belong.

Did we but serve with single heart
 Each life a psalm might be;
We, bending low, the message hear:
 "My grace I promise thee."

Did we but trust a Father's love
 And clasp His guiding hand,
The burthen of our songs would be
 A joy in each command.

Oh! sing unto the Lord, my soul!
 Both now and yet again;
Till heart and mind and voice shall sound
 In full accord—"Amen!"