Seek, and Ye Shall Find

1 From hill and dale,
From every blooming vale,
Whene'er the morning sun doth rise,
Sweet vapors meet the early skies,
Incense of praise.

2 And they return,
Forth pouring from the urn,
Which God doth keep the skies above,
To shower the blessings of his love
In thirsty days.

3 So with the light,
Each morning sweet and bright,
May incense from my heart arise,
And pure thanksgiving meet the skies
In grateful lays.

4 And may my prayer,
Up winging through the air,
Return to me in blessing sweet,
And guide and guard my wandering feet
In devious ways.

Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #58