Scripture Verse

The whole earth is full of His glory. Isaiah 6:3


William H. Havergal (1793–1870)

Words: Ann T. Gil­bert, 1827 (orig­in­al­ly, Spared to An­oth­er Spring). This hymn ap­peared, un­at­trib­ut­ed, in the Am­eri­can School Hymn Book, by Asa Fitz, 1854, & is some­times in­cor­rect­ly cred­it­ed to Fitz. The ver­sion be­low was pub­lished in the 1882 Col­lect­ion by God­frey Thring.

Music: Swa­bia Jo­hann M. Spiess, in Da­vids Harpf­fen-Spiel (Hei­del­berg, Ger­ma­ny: 1745). Ar­ranged by Will­iam H. Ha­ver­gal, 1847 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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


Great Giver of all good,
To Thee our thanks we yield
For all the beauties of the wood,
Of hill, and dale, and field.

Ten thousand various flowers
To Thee sweet offerings bear,
And joyous birds in woodlands bowers
Sing forth Thy tender care.

The fields on every side
The trees on every hill,
The glo­ri­ous sun, the rolling tide,
Proclaim Thy wonders still.

But trees, and fields, and skies
Still praise a God unknown;
For gratitude and love can rise
From living hearts alone.

These living hearts of ours
Thy holy name would bless;
The blossoms of the thousand flowers
Would please the Sav­ior less.

While earth itself decays,
Our souls can ne­ver die;
O tune them all to sing Thy praise
In better songs on high.