O God, whose love is over all
The child­ren of Thy grace,
Whose rich and ten­der bless­ings fall
On ev­ery age and place,
Hear Thou the songs and pray­ers we raise
In ea­ger joy to Thee,
And teach us, as we sound Thy praise,
In all things Thee to see.

To see Thee in the sun by day
And in the stars by night,
In wav­ing grass and ocean spray
And leaves and flow­ers bright;
To hear Thy voice, like spok­en word,
In ev­ery breeze that blows,
In ev­ery song of ev­ery bird,
And ev­ery brook that flows.

To see Thee in each qui­et home
Where faith and love abide,
In school and church, where all may come
To seek Thee side by side;
To see Thee in each hu­man life,
Each strug­gling hu­man heart,
Each path by which, in ea­ger strife,
Men seek the bet­ter part.