For sunrise hope and sunset calm,
And
all that lies between,
For
all the sweetness and the balm
That
is and that has been,
For
comradeship for peace in strife,
And
light on darkened days;
For
work to do and strength for life
We
sing our hymn of praise.
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But
O, we press far, far above
These
gifts of pure delight,
And
find in Thee, and in
Thy
love Contentment infinite.
O
Lord, beloved, in whom are found
All
joys of time and place,
What
will it be when joy is crowned
By
vision of Thy face?