All of the sky

It tells of You

All of the birds

They tell of You

And it's very very clear to me

And it should be clear to you

Can't you hear Him call you?



I will sing of You

Your love is better than my life

I will sing of You

And, oh be, oh be satisfied



Where morning dawns

And evening fades

You call for songs of joy

I will be glad to sing of Jesus

With Him is escape



It's very very clear to me

It should be clear to you

Can't you hear Him call you?



I will sing of You

Your love is better than my life

I will sing of You

And, oh be, oh be satisfied



Your word satisfies me

I can see now

I can see