Psalm of Life, or An April Hymn

Delighted wind of April,
Softly blessed by sun’s jubilance,
Fingers goose bumps on my open arms
Now soothed by sun’s gentle glance.

Has it been so long since the birds
Trebled joy into the air?
And how long must we wait for that final Spring
When all is completed in a morning fair?

My heart to Thine, Lord, open up,
As the barren branches awaiting leaves:
All rendered unto Thee,
Greening glory all for Thee.

Touch my heart with the life of Thy embrace,
Touch my heart with Thy pure dew.
Break the dams in my hard eyes
As they behold wondrous gifts and love, only all from You.

Grant me realization of Thy love supreme,
And with it ignite a passion
That all I am, in work and dream
Might ever only be for You.

Thy love, O Lord, is the song of my lips;
For Thee, my Savior, the dance of my heart.
Root out of me all worldly desire,
And from Thy strong grasp let me not depart.

April’s radiance delights my soul,
But Thy love alone doth make me whole.