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1. Dear Lord what beauty meets my eyes this day in early Spring. what melodies of love I hear as bird their praises sing. Oh power of God thar stirs the trees, to live agin each year, the love that brings the daffodils to tell me Spring is here. How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? |
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2. And o´er the hills and dales I sense God´s Spirit moves again, Unfolding buds in bushes, trees Gives life to sleeping grain. A small brown speck, deep in the earth Spring up before my gaze. The Master´s touch brings forth a flower, A miracle of Praise How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? |
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3. Adorned in white to greet the Spring The cherry tree stands proud. With snowy blossoms on its bough, A halo like a cloud. How can I not believe, my Lord, In Resurrection might, A birds and trees and waving grass Respond to God´s own light How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? |
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4. Now o´er the meadows ringing clear The Church bells toll again, A life now passed is laid to rest, All free from care and pain. A soul takes leave from this our world Upon a journey far, To unknown regions soaring high, To meet the Morning Star. How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? |
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5. High on the Church spire gleams the Cross, And comforts those who mourn Now as they gather round the grave May hearts not be forlorn, For as God brings the seed to flower, Dead grass to living green, In His good time our bodies raise His power will intervene. How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? How can I not believe my Lord! How can I not believe? |
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6. On earth our spinning chariot past ever shining stars, We travel round the sun each year, With venus and with Mars. Creator of the Universe, All life in harmony, and best of all God sent His Son, Who gave His life for me. And I am not ashamed, My Lord. And I am not ashamed. For I know Whom I have believed. I know Whom I believe. |