Father! Thy paternal care

Has my guardian been, my guide:

Every hallowed wish and prayer

Has Thy hand of love supplied:

Thine is every thought of bliss,

Left by hours and days gone by;

Every hope Thine offspring is,

Beaming from futurity.

Every sun of splendid ray;

Every moon that shines serene;

Every morn that welcomes day;

Every evening’s twilight scene;

Every hour which wisdom brings;

Every incense at Thy shrine;

These,—and all life’s holiest things,

And its fairest,—all are Thine.

And for all, my hymns shall rise

Daily to Thy gracious throne:

Thither let my asking eyes

Turn unwearied, righteous One!

Through life’s strange vicissitude

There reposing all my care;

Trusting still, through ill and good,

Fixed, and cheered, and counselled there.