Hymn

The weather forecast promised snow (or at least freezing rain) last night, but it was wishful thinking. Instead, our backyard received another bountiful rain - creating standing pools. Nonetheless, I greatly enjoyed the closing hymn of our first service today: All Beautiful the March of Days. Here it is for your reading pleasure:

All Beautiful the March of Days

All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go;
The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought the crystal of snow;
Hath sent the hoary frost of heaven, the flowing waters sealed,
And laid a silent loveliness on hill and wood and field.

O’er white expanses sparkling pure the radiant mourns unfold;
The solemn splendors of the night burn brighter than the cold;
Life mounts in every throbbing vein, love deepens round the heart,
And clearer sounds the angel hymn, “Good will to men on earth.”

O Thou from whose unfathomed law in beauty flows,
Thyself the vision passing by in crystal and in rose,
Day unto day doth utter speech, and night to night proclaim,
In ever-changing words of light, the wonder of Thy name.

Wes