1 All beautiful the march of days,
As seasons come and go.
The hand that shaped the rose has wrought
The crystal of the snow,
Has sent the hoary frost of heav'n,
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 splendors of the night
Burn brighter through the cold.
Life mounts in ev'ry 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 shall utter speech,
And night to night proclaim,
In ever changing words of light,
The wonder of your name.
Source: One in Faith #889
|First Line:||All beautiful the march of days|
|Title:||All Beautiful the March of Days|
|Author:||Frances Whitmarsh Wile (1911)|