Like the colors of the rainbow,
like the shells upon the shore,
like the crystal's brilliant facets,
like the shadows on the floor,
great and joyful were the praises
which our forebears wrote and sang,
rich and varied were the places
where their alleluias rang.
Just as varied are the praises
which God's people bring today,
whether gathered in cathedrals
or in homes to sing and pray.
Whether quiet or resounding,
in a group or all alone,
when we give our thanks through music
seeds of faith and hope are sown.
Whether sung by wrens and robins,
or by children in a choir,
whether tranquil and irenic,
or aflame with rhythmic fire,
every note, O God Eternal,
has the pow'r to make us new,
every moment spent in praising
has its source and end in You.