All Things Bless Thee

All things bless Thee

God most ho­ly

To Thy feet their wor­ship bring;

Thou art wor­thy of all prais­es

Ever bless­èd glo­ri­ous King.

Earth

and air

and ocean’s full­ness

All Thy pow­er and love de­clare;

And in this ex­ult­ant chor­us

May not lit­tle child­ren share?

Childhood’s trea­sures are Thy giv­ing

Sunny days and laugh­ing hours

Daisied mea­dows in the spring­time

Roses in the sum­mer bow­ers—

Food and rai­ment

home and shel­ter

Sleep for wea­ried eye and limb

Dawning day

and hap­py wak­ing

To the birds’ sweet morn­ing hymn.

And when old and young had wan­dered

Into faults and fol­lies wild

Surely Thou didst think of child­ren

Sending forth Thy Son a child.

Lord

for­give our ma­ny er­rors

And re­store us when we fall

Thy loved Child is our Re­deem­er—

By His mer­cy save us all.

Help us now to be as He was

Pure and gen­tle

good and kind

Give us of His peace­ful spir­it

And His meek and low­ly mind.

Teach our hearts to feel Thy mer­cy

Turn our eyes to look to Thee;

May we trust in Thee our Fa­ther

And Thy lov­ing child­ren be.

And when youth’s brief morn is ov­er

Still be Thou our con­stant guide;

Through the hot day’s dus­ty tra­vel

Set of sun

and ev­en­tide.

And when death’s dark night has fall­en

Lead us through the aw­ful door;

Satisfy us with Thy pre­sence

Be our joy for­ev­er­more.