Chorale Book for England

Nothing fair on earth I see

But I straightway think on Thee;

Thou art fairest in mine eyes,

Source in whom all beauty lies!

On Thy light I think at morn,

With the earliest break of dawn;

Think what glories lie in Thee,

Light of all Eternity!

When I watch the moon arise

'Mid heaven's thousand golden eyes,

Then I think, more glorious far

Is the Maker of yon star.

Or I cry in spring's sweet hours,

When the fields are gay with flowers,

As their varied hues I see,--

What must their Creator be!

When I wander by the stream,

Or beside the fountain dream,

Straight my thoughts take wing and mount

Up to Thee, the purest Fount.

Sweetly all the air is stirr'd

When the Echo's call is heard;

But no sounds my heart rejoice

Like to my Beloved's voice.

Take away then what could blind

Unto Thee my soul and mind;

Henceforth ever let my heart

See Thee, Saviour, as Thou art!