Great Giver of All Good

Verse 1

Great Giver of all good,
To Thee our thanks we yield
For all the beauties of the wood,
Of hill, and dale, and field.

Verse 2

Ten thousand various flowers
To Thee sweet offerings bear,
And joyous birds in woodland bowers
Sing forth Thy tender care.

Verse 3

The fields on every side,
The trees on every hill,
The glorious sun, the rolling tide,
Proclaim Thy wonders still.

Verse 4

But trees, and fields, and skies
Still praise a God unknown;
For gratitude and love can rise
From living hearts alone.

Verse 5

These living hearts of ours
Thy holy Name would bless;
The blossoms of the thousand flowers
Would please the Saviour less.

Verse 6

While earth itself decays,
Our souls can never die;
O tune them all to sing Thy praise
In better songs on high.