Classic Poem

While all creation sings for joy,
Let thoughts of praise our hearts employ
Amid the harmony around,
Let not our tongues be silent found,—
Our music still!

Ten thousand songs of praise we owe,
To Him whose glories round us flow,
To Him who bids our sorrows cease,
And fills our souls with sacred peace,—
So great His love!

He guides our steps to living streams;
He leads our thoughts to holy themes;
Our wandering feet His love redeems,
By day He cheers us with His light,
And gives us sweet repose at night,—
So rich His grace!

Let all who dwell below the sky
Join in the angels' minstrelsy,
Till earth no more is dark with sin,
And heavenly joys their course begin,
No more to cease!