Planting Sequoias

In which I blog about a life (hopefully) well lived.


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For the Beauty of the Earth (in which I am thankful)

For the beauty of the earth,

For the glory of the skies;

For the love which from our birth,

Over and around us lies;

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This, our hymn of grateful praise.

 

For the wonder of each hour,

Of the day and of the night;

Hill and vale and tree and flow’r,

Sun and moon, and stars of light;

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This, our hymn of grateful praise.

 

For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child;

Friends on Earth and friends above,

For all gentle thoughts and mild;

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This, our hymn of grateful praise.

 

For Thy church that evermore,

Lifteth holy hands above;

Off’ring up on ev’ry shore,

Her pure sacrifice of love;

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This, our hymn of grateful praise.

 

For Thyself, best Gift Divine,

To the world so freely given,

For that great, great love of Thine,

Peace on earth and joy in heaven.

Lord of all, to Thee we raise

This, our hymn of grateful praise.

Lyrics fromĀ Folliott Pierpoint