Everywhere I turn, I hear your angelic name;
And though I enjoy it so, I have my heart to blame.

I hear it in my thoughts as I drift off to dream;
I hear it in the trickling water of a nearby stream.

I hear it in a seashell as I pick it up off the sand;
I hear it in the waves as they crash upon the land.

I hear it in the wind when it russles a rose bush as it passes by;
I hear it in a robin's melody as it flies through the sky.

I ask my heart why is it, I hear it in rain;
Why is it everywhere I turn, I hear your precious name.