For the wealth of pathless forests
Whereon no axe may fall;
For the winds that haunt the branches
The young bird’s timid call;
For the red leaves dropped like rubies
Upon the dark green sod;
For the waving of the forests
I thank Thee
O my God!
For the sound of waters gushing
In bubbling beads of light;
For the fleets of snow-white lilies
Firm anchored out of sight;
For the reeds among the eddies
The crystal on the clod;
For the flowing of the rivers
For the rosebud’s break of beauty
Along the toiler’s way;
For the violet’s eye that opens
To bless the newborn day;
For the bare twigs that in summer
Bloom like the prophet’s rod;
For the blossoming of flowers
For the lifting up of mountains
In brightness and in dread;
For the peaks where snow and sunshine
Alone have dared to tread;
For the dark of silent gorges
Whence mighty cedars nod;
For the majesty of mountains
For the splendor of the sunsets
Vast mirrored on the sea;
For the gold fringed clouds that curtain
Heaven’s inner mystery;
For the molten bars of twilight
Where thought leans
glad
yet awed;
For the glory of the sunsets
For the earth
and all its beauty
The sky
and all its light;
For the dim and soothing shadows
That rest the dazzled sight;
For unfading fields and prairies
Where sense in vain has trod;
For the world’s exhaustless beauty
For an eye of inward seeing;
A soul to know and love;
For these common aspirations
That our high heirship prove;
For the hearts that bless each other
Beneath Thy smile
Thy rod;
For the amaranth saved from Eden
For the hidden scroll o’erwritten
With one dear name adored;
For the heav’nly in the human
The Spirit in the Word;
For the tokens of Thy presence
Within
above
abroad;
For Thine own great gift of Being
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