All That's Good, And Great, And True

All that's good, and great, and true,

All that is and is to be,

Be it old or be it new,

Comes, O Father, comes from Thee.

Mercies dawn with every day,

Newer, brighter than before;

And the sun's declining ray

Layeth others up in store.

Not a bird that doth not sing

Sweetest praises to Thy Name;

Not an insect on the wing

But Thy wonders doth proclaim.

Every blade and every tree

All in happy concert ring,

And in wondrous harmony

Join in praises to their King.

Fill us, then, with love divine;

Grant that we, though toiling here,

May in spirit, being Thine,

See and hear Thee everywhere.

May we all, with songs of praise,

Whilst on earth Thy Name adore,

Till with angel choirs we raise

Songs of praise forevermore.