TIME TO ARISE.

Father and mother, 'tis time to arise,
Sun has arisen to brighten the skies;
Every bird is singing high;
Birds are glad, and so am I.

Merrily, merrily those in the tree,
Bluebird and robin are singing to me;
Round the window see them fly;
Birds are glad, and so am I.

Glad little robin, you never can know
Who is the Maker that fashion'd you so;
Yet you cannot weep or sigh;
Birds are glad, and so am I.

He who created the birds of the air,
Securely will keep me from trouble and care:
He has taught the birds to fly;
Birds are glad, and so am I.