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(=80) For the beau- ty of the earth, For the glory of the skies,

For the love which from our birth

9 Almighty Christ, to Thee our voices sing
Glory for evermore; to Thee we bring

An endless Alleluia.

8 While Thee, by Whom were all things made, we praise
Forever, and tell out in sweetest lays

An endless Alleluia.

Amen.

Amen.
Latin Hymn, 5th cent. Tr. JOHN ELLERTON

309 FABEN 85 & 75. D.

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(J=66) Lord, with glow-ing heart I'd praise Thee For the bliss Thy love be-stows,

For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows:

JOHN H. WILLCOX

Help, O God, my weak en- deavor; This dull soul to rap-ture raise:

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Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warm'd to praise. A men.

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,

Wretched wanderer, far astray,
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,

Him Who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,

Bade the blood-stained Cross appear.

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express: Low before Thy footstool kneeling, Deign Thy suppliant's prayer to bless:

Let Thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,
Love's pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.
Amen.
FRANCIS S. KEY

3 I thank Thee more that all our joy
Is touched with pain;
That shadows fall on brightest hours;
That thorns remain;

So that earth's bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.

The earth

FREDERICK C. MAKER

Beau- ty

On Jesus' breast. Amen.

6 I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls,
Though amply blest,
Can never find, although they seek,

A perfect rest;
Nor ever shall, until they lean

2 I thank Thee too that Thou hast made 4 For Thou who knowest, Lord, how soon Joy to abound;

So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.

Our weak heart clings,

Hast given us joys, tender and true,
Yet all with wings;

So that we see, gleaming on high,
Diviner things.

5 I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept
The best in store;

We have enough, yet not too much
To long for more:
A yearning for a deeper peace,
Not known before.

ADELAIDE A. PROCTOR