We Thank Thee, O Our Father

We thank Thee

O our Fa­ther

For all Thy lov­ing care;

We thank Thee that Thou mad­est

The world so bright and fair.

We thank Thee for the sun­shine

And for the plea­sant show­ers;

And O

our God

we thank Thee

We thank Thee for the flow­ers.

Out in the sun­ny mea­dows

And in the wood­lands cool

Upon the breezy hill­side

And by each reedy pool

And in the qui­et pas­ture

And by the broad high­ways

All pure

and fresh

and stain­less

They spring up ev­ery day.

And in the dus­ty ci­ty

Where bu­sy crowds pass by

And where the tall dark hous­es

Stand up and hide the sky;

And where through lanes and al­leys

No plea­sant breez­es blow

Even there

O God

our Fa­ther

Thou mak’st the flow­ers grow.

And whe­ther in the ci­ty

Or in the fields they dwell

Always the same sweet mes­sage

The fair

sweet flow­ers tell.

For they are all so won­drous

They show Thy pow­er abroad;

And they are all so beau­te­ous

They tell Thy love

O God.