Ah, What A Day He Hath Made

Ah, what a day He hath made, He hath made!
It flasheth abright and asweet, and asweet.
It showeth His love and His smile, yea, His smile.
The hills stand abrown, aye astand brown,
And peaked as a monk in his cowl, aye, his cowl!
The grass it hath seared, aye, hath seared,
And scenteth asweet, yea, asweet.
Ayonder a swallow doth whirl, aye, doth whirl,
And skim 'mid the grey o' the blue,
Aye, the grey 'o the blue.
The young wave doth lap 'pon the sands
Yea, lap soft and soft 'pon the sands.
The field's maid doth seek, yea, doth seek,
And sends out her song to the day,
Yea, and sends out her song to the day.
My heart it is full, yea, 'tis full,
For the love of Him batheth the day,
Yea, the love of Him batheth the day.
Ah what a day He hath made,
Yea, He hath made it for me!