O God Beyond the Evening Hills

O God be­yond the ev­en­ing hills

That stretch on to­ward the sky

Thou paint­est out the lakes and rills

With pur­est paint and dye.

Thou writ­est out Thy won­drous love

As flow’rs un­fold at morn

And fold the clouds in bliss ab­ove

When close the flow­er­ing thorn.

O Ar­tist

paint each day anew

A mas­ter­piece of love

So broad

so bright with morn­ing dew

And set with peace ab­ove.

Moreo’er

paint all our hearts aglow

With Thy re­splen­dent joy

So that the whole world sure­ly knows

Thy peace none can de­stroy.