What I Want This To Accomplish

I love music. I love all kinds of music. I love a good melody and I love good lyrics. Here's the thing. Too often I have noticed people getting lost in the melodic side of a song and never listen to the lyrics, the message that the songwriter is trying to share with the listener. Words mean things and there are a lot of songs out there with great lyrics. Here you will find love and hurt, pain and longing, emotions and intimate thoughts from songwriters over the years. There will be no commentary from me on the lyrics. Just the words. The words for you to read, process and ponder and hopefully come away with a little more meaning to a song than just a lovely melody. A more complete understanding of where the artist is coming from. - Bill Clark

Sunday, November 9, 2014

FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE EARTH

For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.
 
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful 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.
 
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful 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.
 
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.

  For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild.
 
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
 
For Thy Church, that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Her pure sacrifice of love.
 
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
 
For the martyrs’ crown of light,
For Thy prophets’ eagle eye,
For Thy bold confessors’ might,
For the lips of infancy.
 
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
 
For Thy virgins’ robes of snow,
For Thy maiden mother mild,
For Thyself, with hearts aglow,
Jesus, Victim undefiled.
 
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
 
For each perfect gift of Thine,
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth and buds of Heaven.

Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.

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