O God, Whose Love Is Over All

O God

whose love is ov­er all

The child­ren of Thy grace

Whose rich and ten­der bless­ings fall

On ev­ery age and place

Hear Thou the songs and pray­ers we raise

In ea­ger joy to Thee

And teach us

as we sound Thy praise

In all things Thee to see.

To see Thee in the sun by day

And in the stars by night

In wav­ing grass and ocean spray

And leaves and flow­ers bright;

To hear Thy voice

like spok­en word

In ev­ery breeze that blows

In ev­ery song of ev­ery bird

And ev­ery brook that flows.

To see Thee in each qui­et home

Where faith and love ab­ide

In school and church

where all may come

To seek Thee side by side;

To see Thee in each hu­man life

Each strug­gling hu­man heart

Each path by which

in ea­ger strife

Men seek the bet­ter part.