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To Thee Whose Eye All Nature Owns

Author: Thomas Hardy Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 To Thee whose eye all nature owns, Who hurlest dynasts from their thrones And liftest those of low estate We sing, with her men consecrate! 2 Yea, Great and Good, Thee, Thee, we hail, Who shakes the strong, who shields the frail, Who had not shaped such souls as we If tender mercy lacked in Thee! 3 Though times be when the mortal moan Seems unascending to Thy throne, Though seers do not as yet explain Why suffering sobs to Thee in vain; 4 We hold that Thy unscanted scope Affords a food for final hope, That mild-eyed Prescience ponders nigh Life’s loom, to lull it by-and-by. 5 Therefore we choir to highest height The loving will, the kindly might That balances the vast for weal, That purges us by wounds to heal. 6 The systemed suns the skies enscroll Obey Thee in their rhythmic roll, Ride radiantly at Thy command, Are darkened by Thy master hand! 7 And these pale panting multitudes Seen surging here, their moils, their moods, All shall fulfill their joy in Thee, In Thee abide eternally! 8 Exultant adoration give To Thee, through whom all living live, To Thee, in whom all dying die, Whose means the end shall justify! Used With Tune: DEO GRACIAS Text Sources: Songs of Praise by Percy Dearmer, Ralph Vaughan Williams, and Martin F. Shaw (London: Oxford University Press, 1925)

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DEO GRACIAS

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 108 hymnals Tune Sources: "The Agincourt Song," 1415 Tune Key: c minor or modal Incipit: 11717 76511 75454 Used With Text: To Thee Whose Eye All Nature Owns

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To Thee Whose Eye All Nature Owns

Author: Thomas Hardy Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #16280 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 To Thee whose eye all nature owns, Who hurlest dynasts from their thrones And liftest those of low estate We sing, with her men consecrate! 2 Yea, Great and Good, Thee, Thee, we hail, Who shakes the strong, who shields the frail, Who had not shaped such souls as we If tender mercy lacked in Thee! 3 Though times be when the mortal moan Seems unascending to Thy throne, Though seers do not as yet explain Why suffering sobs to Thee in vain; 4 We hold that Thy unscanted scope Affords a food for final hope, That mild-eyed Prescience ponders nigh Life’s loom, to lull it by-and-by. 5 Therefore we choir to highest height The loving will, the kindly might That balances the vast for weal, That purges us by wounds to heal. 6 The systemed suns the skies enscroll Obey Thee in their rhythmic roll, Ride radiantly at Thy command, Are darkened by Thy master hand! 7 And these pale panting multitudes Seen surging here, their moils, their moods, All shall fulfill their joy in Thee, In Thee abide eternally! 8 Exultant adoration give To Thee, through whom all living live, To Thee, in whom all dying die, Whose means the end shall justify! Languages: English Tune Title: DEO GRACIAS