Lyrics:

All of the sky It tells of You All of the birds They tell of You And it's very very clear to me And it should be clear to you Can't you hear Him call you? I will sing of You Your love is better than my life I will sing of You And, oh be, oh be satisfied Where morning dawns And evening fades You call for songs of joy I will be glad to sing of Jesus With Him is escape It's very very clear to me It should be clear to you Can't you hear Him call you? I will sing of You Your love is better than my life I will sing of You And, oh be, oh be satisfied Your word satisfies me I can see now I can see