O God, thy boundless love we praise

1 O God, thy boundless love we praise!
How bright on high its glories blaze!
How sweetly bloom below!
It streams from thine eternal throne;
Through heaven its joys forever run,
And on earth they flow.

2 'Tis love that paints the purple morn,
And bids the clouds, in air upborne,
Their genial drops distil;
In every vernal beam it glows,
And breathes in every gale that blows,
And glides in the rill.

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours in flowery spire the breast,
And ardent gratitude;
And all our thoughts and passions tend
To Thee, our Father and our Friend,
Our soul's perfect good.

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground,
And pours its flowery beauties round,
Whose sweets perfume the gale;
Its bounties richly spread the plain,
The blushing fruit, the golden grain,
And smiles on the vale.

4 Then let the love that makes us blest,
With cheerful praise inspire the breast,
And ardent gratitude;
And all our thoughts and passions tend
To Thee, our Father and our Friend,
Our soul's perfect good.

Source: The Morning Stars Sang Together: a book of religious songs for Sunday schools and the home circle #60