Great Giver Of All Good

Great Giver of all good,

To Thee our thanks we yield

For all the beauties of the wood,

Of hill, and dale, and field.

Ten thousand various flowers

To Thee sweet offerings bear,

And joyous birds in woodlands bowers

Sing forth Thy tender care.

The fields on every side

The trees on every hill,

The glorious sun, the rolling tide,

Proclaim Thy wonders still.

But trees, and fields, and skies

Still praise a God unknown;

For gratitude and love can rise

From living hearts alone.

These living hearts of ours

Thy holy Name would bless;

The blossoms of the thousand flowers

Would please the Savior less.

While earth itself decays,

Our souls can never die;

O tune them all to sing Thy praise

In better songs on high.