Young Oceans A Rising Fire
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
