November 17, 2005
Have
faith in God –
The desert cross brings light;
Have faith in God –
Through all our human night;
Have faith in God –
The true – the pure – the right!
Have faith, dear friend, in God.
For the Beauty of the Earth
Folliott Sandford Pierpoint, 1835-1917
Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable — if anything is excellent or praiseworthy — think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me — put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. Philippians 4:8, 9.
Not much is known about
Folliott Sandford Pierpoint, author of this lovely text. He was born in the
intriguing old town of Bath, England. Even today Bath is most interesting and
lovely, nestled in the hills surrounding this ancient city. Here one can still
view the large pools of natural mineral baths for which the town was named. The
inspiration for this hymn text is said to have come to this young author as he
was strolling about his native town one day in the late spring, entranced by the
beautiful countryside with the winding Avon River in the distance. His heart no
doubt swelled up within him as he enjoyed the beauties of God's creation -- the
sun, the flowers, the shining stars. Pierpoint also recalled his social
blessings -- friends and home -- those relationships that bring such enriching
dimensions to our lives. Above all however, were the spiritual blessings as
represented by the Church -- God's chosen agency for accomplishing His divine
purposes in the world. Each of these blessings is then directed to God with a
"hymn of grateful praise".
This hymn was sung in the 1994 version of the movie Little
Women, which was nominated for several Academy Awards.
For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of each hour,
Of the day and of the night,
Hill and vale, and tree and flower,
Sun and moon, and stars of light.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the joy of ear and eye,
For the heart and mind’s delight,
For mysterious harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For Thy Church, that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering upon every shore
Her pure sacrifice of love.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For the martyrs’ crown of light,
For Thy prophets’ eagle eye,
For Thy bold confessors’ might,
For the lips of infancy.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For Thy virgins’ robes of snow,
For Thy maiden mother mild,
For Thyself, with hearts aglow,
Jesu, Victim undefiled.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
For each perfect gift of Thine,
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth and buds of Heaven.
Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.