Songs We Like to Sing
Mrs. C. A. Mason R. Schumann
Of beauty that thy hand doth give,
For sunny skies and air and light;
O God, I thank thee that I live.
My live I consecrate to thee:
And ever, as the day is born,
On wings of joy my soul would flee,
And thank thee for another morn.
Another day in which to cast
Some silent deed of love abroad,
That, great'ning as it journeys past,
May do some earnest work for God.
© 1999, 2003, Lynn Waterman