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DIX. (7 7.7 7.7 7.) 𝅗𝅥 = 96. Conrad Kocher (1780-1872).
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Folliott Sandford Pierpoint (1835- ).
For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For the beauty of each hour
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree, and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree, and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For the joy of ear and eye.
For the heart and mind's delight,
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For the heart and mind's delight,
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above.
For all gentle thoughts and mild.
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above.
For all gentle thoughts and mild.
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For each perfect gift of thine,
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth, and buds of heaven,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
For thy Church that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Its pure sacrifice of love,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Its pure sacrifice of love,
Father, unto thee we raise
This our sacrifice of praise.
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