We bless Thee, Lord, for all this com­mon life
Can give of rest and joy amidst its strife;
For earth and trees and seas and clouds and springs;
For work, and all the les­sons that it brings.

For Pis­gah-gleams of new­er, fair­er truth,
Which ev­er rip­en­ing still re­news our youth;
The fel­low­ship with no­ble souls and wise,
Whose hearts beat time to mu­sic of the skies.

For each achieve­ment hu­man toil can reach;
For all the pa­tri­ots win, and po­ets teach;
For the old light that gleams on his­to­ry’s page,
For the new hope that shines on each new age.