Four Lines of Joy-Filled, Awe-Inspiring, Earth-Shattering Song

I sing the Doxology to my girls every night, sometimes softly while I hold their hands or play with their hair. Sometimes it’s more highly produced with a hairbrush microphone and each of us with our own parts; a sort of three-part harmony of adult baritone, four-year old can’t-find-a-tone, and two-year old babbling—and to God, I’m sure of it, it’s like music to His ears.

You know the song:

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye he...