The origional of this was written by Dave Christie, our music director in our drama-music-puppetry group in the 1970s. I forgot most of it, so rewrote at least half of it for my novels.

I SING TO THE KING

Sweetly my Savior is calling,
As the sun comes over the hill
Come to the pure water falling
Bring your cup and drink your fill
As I sing
Hallelujah my King
As I rise from my bed In the morning
And I see in the glow of the dawn
All the roses with dew drops adorning
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen.
Lovingly my Savior Is calling
As the sun shines brightly at noon
Think on my love when you are praying
For I am coming soon
As I sing
Hallelujah my King
As the sun shines bright in the sky
As I know that you will soon show me
All the answers to my questions of why
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen
As a friend the Son looks upon me
As the sun sets into the West
Remember that no matter what happens
It will all turn out for the best
As I sing
Hallelujah my King
As the sun sinks into the night
As the moon and the stars come into the sky
I know that you will make all things right
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen