A Rising Fire - Young Oceans

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