We bless Thee, Lord, for all this common life
Can give of rest and joy amidst its strife;
For earth and trees and seas and clouds and springs;
For work, and all the lessons that it brings.
For Pisgah-gleams of newer, fairer truth,
Which ever ripening still renews our youth;
The fellowship with noble souls and wise,
Whose hearts beat time to music of the skies.
For each achievement human toil can reach;
For all the patriots win, and poets teach;
For the old light that gleams on history’s page,
For the new hope that shines on each new age.