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          We Are Singing a Song
          by Jeanne Fuller

          We are singing a song Lord
          Lingering angels join our throng,
          With timbrel, lute and horn,
          And all the earth sounds the sound
          To voice in chorus--
          Unto us
          All innocence is born.

          As the lark rises on vertical line
          Defying gravity and time
          Wings to meet the day
          To praise, to praise,
          So celestial music from our throats
          Floats upon the shining morn.
          Unto us God's son is born.

          The crescendo of the melody
          Leaps from open hearts
          And with the lark
          Our song is raised
          To praise, to praise.
          Upward with the lark of golden wing
          And angels lingering
          Soars the song of vibrant tone
          That glorifies God's own...
          Our hymn of joy is raised
          We praise, we praise.

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