The Lord of Earth and Sky

The Lord of earth and sky

The God of ag­es praise

Who reigns en­throned on high

Ancient of end­less days

Who length­ens out our tri­al here

And spares us yet an­oth­er year.

Barren and wi­thered trees

We cum­bered long the ground

No fruit of ho­li­ness

On our dead souls was found:

Yet doth He us in mer­cy spare

Another

and an­oth­er year.

When jus­tice bared the sword

To cut the fig tree down

The pi­ty of our Lord

Cried

Let it still alone;

The Fa­ther mild in­clines His ear

And spares us yet an­oth­er year.

Jesus

Thy speak­ing blood

From God ob­tained the grace

Who there­fore hath be­stowed

On us a long­er space;

Thou didst on our be­half ap­pear

And lo

we see an­oth­er year!

Then dig about our root

Break up the fal­low ground

And let our gra­cious fruit

To Thy great praise abound;

O let us all Thy praise de­clare

And fruit un­to per­fect­ion bear!