We thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth,
The glit­ter­ing sky, the sil­ver sea;
For all their beau­ty, all their worth,
Their light and glo­ry, come from Thee.

Thine are the flow’rs that clothe the ground,
The trees that wave their arms above,
The hills that gird our dwell­ings round,
As Thou dost gird Thine own with love.

Yet teach us still how far more fair,
More glo­ri­ous, Fa­ther, in Thy sight,
Is one pure deed, one ho­ly pray­er,
One heart that owns Thy Spir­it’s might.

So while we gaze with thought­ful eye
On all the gifts Thy love has giv’n,
Help us in Thee to live and die,
By Thee to rise from earth to Heav’n.