For All Thy Care We Bless Thee

For all Thy care we bless Thee

O Fa­ther

God of might!

For gold­en hours of morn­ing

And qui­et hours of night!

Thine is the arm that shields us

When dan­ger threat­ens nigh

And Thine the hand that yields us

Rich gifts of earth and sky.

For all Thy love we bless Thee;

No mor­tal lips can speak

Thy com­fort to the wea­ry

Thy pity for the weak:

By Thee life’s path is bright­ened

With sun­shine and with song

And hea­vy loads are light­ened

For all Thy truth we bless Thee;

Our hu­man vows are frail

But through the strife of ag­es

Thy Word can nev­er fail;

The king­doms shall be brok­en

The migh­ty ones will fall

The pro­mise Thou hast spok­en

Shall tri­umph ov­er all.

O teach us how to praise Thee

And touch our lips with fire!

Yea

let Thy Dove des­cend­ing

Our hearts and minds in­spire;

Thus toil­ing

watch­ing

sing­ing

We tread our on­ward way

And ev­ery hour is bring­ing

Nearer the dawn of day.

For all Thy truth we bless Thee;

Our hu­man vows are frail

But through the strife of ag­es

Thy Word can nev­er fail;

The king­doms shall be brok­en

The migh­ty ones will fall

The pro­mise Thou hast spok­en

Shall tri­umph ov­er all.

O teach us how to praise Thee

And touch our lips with fire!

Yea

let Thy Dove des­cend­ing

Our hearts and minds in­spire;

Thus toil­ing

watch­ing

sing­ing

We tread our on­ward way

And ev­ery hour is bring­ing

Nearer the dawn of day.