I see the sun, a rising fire Bursting through the morning haze Warming every stone and river Turning every leaf to gaze I see the flowers o'er the field Lo they neither toil nor spin Effortlessly clothed in splendor Ever glorious for their King O I sing For my King Hear this cry Lord, to You I lift my eyes You alone are my desire O I sing For my King Hear this cry Lord, to You I lift my eyes You alone are my desire