God of all comfort, calm and fair
Stretch the broad plains beneath Thine eye;
And silent, through the hazy air,
Rise the blue hills to meet the sky.
The music of the Sabbath bells
Floats softly on the balmy air,
And the green earth in thousand tones
Lifts to Thy throne her grateful prayer.
God of all comfort, deeper far
Than the glad voice of earth or sea,
Swells the full tide of thankful song
Our hearts would offer unto Thee.
Yet when we strive, our lips can frame
No words to speak Thy matchless love,
So far the honor of Thy name
Lies all our highest thoughts above.
Read Thou within our silent hearts,
The songs they vainly seek to raise,
And count their grateful tears for prayer,
Their trembling joy for tuneful praise.