1 All that's good, and great, and true,
All that is and is to be,
Be it old or be it new,
Comes, O Father, all from Thee.

2 Mercies dawn with every day,
Newer, brighter than before,
And the sun's declining ray
Layeth others up in store.

3 Not a bird that doth not sing
Sweetest praises to Thy Name;
Not an insect on the wing
But Thy wonder doth proclaim.

4 Far and near, o'er land and sea,
Mountain tops and wooded dell,
All in singing sing of Thee,
Songs of love ineffable.

5 Fill us then with love divine;
Grant that we, though toiling here,
May, in spirit being Thine,
See and hear Thee everywhere.

6 May we all with songs of praise,
Whilst on earth Thy Name adore,
Till with angel choirs we raise
Songs of praise for evermore.