Solitary symphony, serenades the Morning Light.
Lifting up a melody, singing with all his might.
When was it last that I lifted up my own serenade;
To my Savior, God, for whom my praise was made?
His song stirs emotions, as he praises Creator, God.
I need to lift my praise, as long as I'm on this sod!
Our praise to our Creator rises like incense so sweet.
A melodious symphony, placed at my Savior's feet.