Great Giver of All Good

Great Giv­er of all good

To Thee our thanks we yield

For all the beau­ties of the wood

Of hill

and dale

and field.

Ten thou­sand var­ious flow­ers

To Thee sweet of­fer­ings bear

And joy­ous birds in wood­lands bow­ers

Sing forth Thy ten­der care.

The fields on ev­ery side

The trees on ev­ery hill

The glo­ri­ous sun

the roll­ing tide

Proclaim Thy won­ders still.

But trees

and fields

and skies

Still praise a God un­known;

For gra­ti­tude and love can rise

From liv­ing hearts alone.

These liv­ing hearts of ours

Thy ho­ly name would bless;

The blos­soms of the thou­sand flow­ers

Would please the Sav­ior less.

While earth it­self de­cays

Our souls can nev­er die;

O tune them all to sing Thy praise

In bet­ter songs on high.