God of All Comfort

God of all com­fort

calm and fair

Stretch the broad plains be­neath Thine eye;

And si­lent

through the ha­zy air

Rise the blue hills to meet the sky.

The mu­sic of the Sab­bath bells

Floats soft­ly on the bal­my air

And the green earth in thou­sand tones

Lifts to Thy throne her grate­ful pray­er.

God of all com­fort

deep­er far

Than the glad voice of earth or sea

Swells the full tide of thank­ful song

Our hearts would of­fer unto Thee.

Yet when we strive

our lips can frame

No words to speak Thy match­less love

So far the ho­nor of Thy name

Lies all our high­est thoughts above.

Read Thou with­in our si­lent hearts

The songs they vain­ly seek to raise

And count their grate­ful tears for pray­er

Their trem­bling joy for tune­ful praise.