All That’s Good, and Great, and True

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

comes from Thee.

Mercies dawn with ev­ery day

Newer

bright­er than be­fore;

And the sun’s de­clin­ing ray

Layeth oth­ers up in store.

Not a bird that doth not sing

Sweetest prais­es to Thy name;

Not an in­sect on the wing

But Thy won­ders doth pro­claim.

Every blade and ev­ery tree

All in hap­py con­cert ring

And in won­drous har­mo­ny

Join in prais­es to their king.

Fill us

then

with love di­vine;

Grant that we

though toil­ing here

May in spir­it

be­ing Thine

See and hear Thee ev­ery­where.

May we all

with songs of praise

Whilst on earth Thy name ad­ore

Till with an­gel choirs we raise

Songs of praise for­ev­er­more.