MORNING HYMN

This is a hymn not often sung today. The words of many hymns are now changed but I still enjoy singing them as they were written. (I am unable to add photos today as I seem to have run out of space and need to buy more - apparently, will have to see)

 

O Lord of every lovely thing,

The Maker of them all,

Who from the winter's gloomy wing

Doth shed the splendours of the spring,

On Thy grat name we call.

With flowers that through the valleys teach

Thy love and truth divine,

With streams that sing, and hills that preach,

With waves that laugh on every beach,

We praise Thee we are Thine!

Not Thine alone, because from Thee

Our life and breath we hold;

But Thine because in Christ we see

The grace that sets our spirits free,

And for the truth makes bold.

Count us amongst the radiant choir

That sounds Thy name abroad,

Set in our hands the heavenly lyre,

With songs of love our hearts inspire,

The mighty love of God.

Until with those who toiled and dreamed

To build Thy kingdom here,

With those the world hath ne'er esteemed,

With all the hosts of Thy redeemed,

We in Thy home appear.

(Robert Wilfrid Callin 1886)