Thanks be to him who built the hills;

Thanks be to him the streams who fills;

Thanks be to him who lights each star

That sparkles in the blue afar.

2 Thanks be to him who makes the morn,

And bids it glow with beams new-born;

Who draws the shadows of the night,

Like curtains, o’er our wearied sight.

3 Thanks be to him who sheds abroad,

Within our hearts, the love of God—

The spirit of all truth and peace,

Fountain of joy and holiness.