We lift our hearts up to the Lord - who stoops to hear us praying; and as we wait upon his word, we find in Jesus our reward all other joys outweighing. As every passing day we move upon the world's procession, however dark the way may prove, we'll seek the light of Jesus' love, his peace as our possession. Through pain and laughter, smiles and tears- from the youth's high aspiration, to wisdom after many years, he speaks of hope to listening ears: 'Rejoice in my salvation@' When, over cast, the skies bode ill, the trees suspend their motion, the last birds' cries are strangely shrill, we'll lift my heart to Jesus still in worship and devotion.