We Praise Thee (Goodenough)

For ev­ery spire whose fin­ger points ab­ove

Calling the soul its God to serve and love

For ev­ery shrine of wor­ship and of pray­er

We praise the God who waits to meet us there.

For ev­ery soul that’s borne the toil and strife

And passed vic­tor­ious thru the gates of life

For ev­ery soul that’s in the nar­row way

We praise the Giv­er of all grace each day.

For wealth of beau­ty ov­er hill and plain

For ev­ery flow­er that drinks the sun and rain

Splendor of clouds and stars up­on their course

We praise the Be­ing who is beau­ty’s source.

For strains of mu­sic that the soul doth thrill

Instrument

voice

and bird and bee and rill

Giving ex­pres­sion to the deep­est heart

We praise the One who mu­sic doth im­part.

For all that calls us from the quest of gain

For Christ’s com­pas­sion in the hour of pain

For faith­ful plead­ings of our Spir­it Guide

We praise the Friend who’s ev­er at our side.

For bet­ter days

when part­ings are no more

For rest re­main­ing on a hap­pi­er shore

Hope of re­un­ion there of friend with friend

We’ll praise our God in worlds that have no end.