1 From thee all skill and science flow,
all pity, care, and love,
all calm and courage, faith and hope:
O pour them from above!
Impart them, Lord, to each and all,
as each and all shall need,
to rise, like incense, each to thee,
in noble thought and deed.
2 And hasten, Lord, that perfect day
when pain and death shall cease,
and thy just rule shall fill the earth
with health and light and peace;
when ever-blue the sky shall gleam,
and ever green the sod,
and our rude work deface no more
the handiwork of God.
|First Line:||From thee all skill and science flow|
|Author:||Charles Kingsley, 1819-1875|
|Name:||THE CHURCH'S DESOLATION|
|Harmonizer:||J. T. White, 19th cent.|
|Adapter:||C. H. Cayce, 19th-20th cent.|