Text: | To God Who Makes All Lovely Things |
Author: | J. M. C. Crum |
Tune: | DANIEL |
1 To God who makes all lovely things
How happy must our praises be!
Each day a new surprise he brings,
To make us glad is world to see.
2 How plentiful must be the mines
From which he gives his gold away;
In March he gives us celandines,
he gives buttercups in May.
3 He grows the wheat and never stops;
There's none can count the blades of green;
And up among the elm-tree tops
As many thousand leaves are seen.
4 And when the wheat is bound in sheaves
He sends his wind among the trees,
And down come all the merry leaves
In yellow-twinkling companies.
5 On winter nights his quiet flakes
Come falling, falling all the night,
And when the world next morning wakes
It finds itself all shining white.
6 He makes the sea that shines afar
With waves that dance unceasingly;
And every single little star
That twinkles in the evening sky.
7 He made the people that I meet,
The many people great and small
In home and school, and down the street,
And he made me to love them all.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | To God who makes all lovely things |
Title: | To God Who Makes All Lovely Things |
Author: | J. M. C. Crum |
Meter: | L.M. |
Publication Date: | 1935 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | DANIEL |
Meter: | L.M. |
Key: | E Major |
Source: | Irish Traditional Melody |