Scripture Verse

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Psalm 19:1


Words: James A. Mitch­ell, in the School Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by Will­iam R. Ste­ven­son (Lon­don: E. Marl­bo­rough, 1880), num­ber 114.

Music: Io­na John Stain­er, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1868 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

  • Censorinus ano­ny­mous, in A Hym­nal and Ser­vice Book, ed­it­ed by Charles L. Hutch­ins (Bos­ton Mas­sa­chu­setts: Par­ish Choir, 1893), num­ber 465 (🔊 pdf nwc)
  • Tranquebar Ho­race Hills, Jr., in The Church School Hym­nal with Tunes, ed­it­ed by W. Rix Att­wood & Fred­er­ic E. J. Lloyd (Cleve­land Ohio: Church School Hym­nal Pub­lish­ing, 1903), num­ber 104 (🔊 pdf nwc)

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mitch­ell (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

John Stainer (1840–1901)


All things bless Thee, God most ho­ly,
To Thy feet their wor­ship bring;
Thou art wor­thy of all prais­es,
Ever bless­èd glo­ri­ous King.
Earth, and air, and ocean’s full­ness,
All Thy pow­er and love de­clare;
And in this ex­ult­ant cho­rus,
May not lit­tle child­ren share?

Childhood’s trea­sures are Thy giv­ing,
Sunny days and laugh­ing hours,
Daisied mea­dows in the spring­time,
Roses in the sum­mer bowers—
Food and rai­ment, home and shel­ter,
Sleep for wea­ried eye and limb,
Dawning day, and hap­py wak­ing
To the birds’ sweet morn­ing hymn.

And when old and young had wan­dered
Into faults and fol­lies wild,
Surely Thou didst think of child­ren,
Sending forth Thy Son a child.
Lord, for­give our ma­ny er­rors,
And re­store us when we fall,
Thy loved Child is our Re­deem­er—
By His mer­cy save us all.

Help us now to be as He was,
Pure and gen­tle, good and kind,
Give us of His peace­ful spir­it,
And His meek and low­ly mind.
Teach our hearts to feel Thy mer­cy,
Turn our eyes to look to Thee;
May we trust in Thee our Fa­ther,
And Thy lov­ing child­ren be.

And when youth’s brief morn is ov­er,
Still be Thou our con­stant guide;
Through the hot day’s dus­ty tra­vel,
Set of sun, and ev­en­tide.
And when death’s dark night has fall­en,
Lead us through the aw­ful door;
Satisfy us with Thy pre­sence,
Be our joy for­ev­er­more.