1 All beautiful the march of days,
as seasons come and go;
the hand that shaped the rose hath wrought
the crystal of the snow,
has sent the silvery frost of heaven,
the flowing waters sealed,
and laid a silent loveliness
on hill and wood and field.
2 O’er white expanses sparkling pure
the radiant morns unfold;
the solemn splendours of the night
burn brighter through the cold;
life mounts in every throbbing vein,
love deepens round the hearth,
and clearer sounds the angel hymn,
good will to all on earth.
3 O God, from whose unfathomed law
the year in beauty flows,
yourself the vision passing by
in crystal and in rose,
day unto day declare thro' speech,
and night to night proclaim,
in ever-changing words of light
the wonder of your name.