1This is my Father’s world,and to my listening earsall nature sings, and round me ringsthe music of the spheres.This is my Father’s world:I rest me in the thoughtof rocks and trees, of skies and seas;his hand the wonders wrought. 2This is my Father’s world,the birds their carols raise,the morning light, the lily white,declare their maker’s […]
RefrainAll things bright and beautifulAll creatures great and smallAll things wise and wonderfulThe Lord God made them all. 1Each little flow’r that opensEach little bird that singsHe made their glowing coloursHe made their tiny wings. 2The purple-headed mountainThe river running byThe sunset and the morningThat brighten up the sky. 3The cold wind in the winterThe
1Nature with open volume stands,To spread its Maker’s praise abroad;And every labor of His handsShows something worthy of our God. 2But in the grace that rescued usHis brightest form of glory shines;‘Tis fairest drawn upon the crossIn precious blood and crimson lines. 3Here His whole name appears complete.Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove,Which of
1Spring has now unwrapped the flowers,Day is fast reviving,Life in all her growing powersTowards the light is striving:Gone the iron touch of cold,Winter time and frost time,Seedlings, working through the mould,Now make up for lost time. 2Herb and plant that winter long,Slumbered at their leisurek,Now be stirring, green and strong,Find in growth their pleasure:All the
1The spacious firmament on high,With all the blue, ethereal sky,And spangled heavens, a shining frame,Their great Original proclaim.Th’unwearied sun from day to dayDoes his Creator’s power display,And publishes to every landThe work of an almighty hand 2Soon as the evening shades prevail,The moon takes up the wondrous tale;And nightly to the listening earthRepeats the story
1Lord of the boundless curves of spaceAnd time’s deep mystery,To Your creative might we traceAll nature’s energy. 2Your mind conceived the galaxy,Each atom’s secret planned,And every age of historyYour purpose, Lord, has spanned. 3Yours is the image stamped on man,Though marred by man’s own sin;And Yours the liberating planAgain his soul to win. 4Give us
1Can you count the stars that brightlyTwinkle in the midnight sky?Can you count the clouds, so lightlyO’er the meadows floating by?God, the Lord, doth mark their numberWith His eyes that never slumber;He hath made them every one,He hath made them every one. 2Can you count the wings now flashingIn the sunshine’s golden light?Can you count
