All Things Bright
and Beautiful
CECIL F. ALEXANDER
*All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
2 Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sing,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
3 The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning,
that brightens up the sky,
4 The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.
5 He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.
*Stanza 1 to be sung as refrain after stanzas 2 to 5.
This Is My Father’s World
MALTBIE D. BABCOCK
This is my father’s world,
And to my listening ears,
All nature sings and round me
rings the music of the speres.
This is my father’s world;
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees,
of skies and seas;
His hands the wonders wrought.
2 This is my Father’s world,
The birds their carols raise;
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their Maker’s praise.
This is my Father’s world;
He shines in all that’s fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him
pass,
He speaks to me everywhere.
3 This is my Father’s world,
O let me ne’er forget
That though the wrong seem oft
so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father’s world;
Why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens
ring!
 Bringing In The Sheaves
KNOWLES SHAW
Sowing in the morning, sowing
seeds of kindness,
Sowing in the noontide and the
dewy eve;
Waiting for the harvest, and the
time of reaping,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing
the sheaves.
Refrain
Bringing in the sheaves,
Bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing,
Bringing the sheaves;
Bringing in the sheaves,
Bringing in the sheaves,
We shall come rejoicing,
Bringing the sheaves.
2 Sowing in the sunshine,
sowing in the shadows,
Fearing neither clouds nor
winter’s chilling breeze;
By and by the harvest, and the
labour ended,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing
in the sheaves.
The Lord’s My Shepherd
WALDEN C. M.
The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not
want; He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth
me the quiet waters by.
My soul He doth restore again;
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousnes
e’en for His own name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk in death’s
dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me and Thy
rod and staff me comfort still.
My table Thou hast furnished
In presence of my foes; My head
Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in god’s house forevermore
My dwelling place shall be.