Encompassed by the psalm of hill and stream, <br />By hymns august with their majestic theme, <br />Here in the evening of exalted days <br />To Thee, our Friend, we bow with breath of praise. <br /> <br />The great, sublime hosannas of the sea <br />Ascend on wings of mighty winds to Thee, <br />And mingled with their stately words are tones <br />Of human love, O Lord of all the zones! <br /> <br />Ah! at the close of many splendid hours, <br />While falls Thy gracious light in radiant showers, <br />We seek Thy face, we praise Thee, bless Thee, sing <br />This song of reverence, Master, Maker, King! <br /> <br />To Thee, from whom all shining blessings flow, <br />All gifts of lustre, all the joys we know, <br />To Thee, O Father, in this lordly space, <br />The great world turns with worship in its face. <br /> <br />For that glad season which will pass to-day <br />With light and music like a psalm away, <br />The gathered nations with a grand accord, <br />In sight of Thy high heaven, thank Thee, Lord! <br /> <br />All praise is Thine - all love that we can give <br />Is also Thine, in whose large grace we live, <br />In whom we find the ~One~ long-suffering Friend, <br />Whose immemorial mercy has no end.<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-of-praise/
