Classic Poem

Almighty G OD ! by thy great power,
I hail again the morning hour;
How fair the green fields meet my eyes,
How sweet the birds sing in the skies,
How fresh appear the hills and trees,
And oh! how pure the morning breeze!
I bless thy love in all I see,
For were not these things made for me?
And was it not to meet my sight
Was hung aloft that globe of light?
Nor mine alone — for thou hast given
Thy good to all beneath the heaven;
And I rejoice that others share
The gift, the blessing, and the prayer, —
Then tho' a little child I be,
Yet may I bend myself to thee,
And join my infant voice to raise
A simple hymn of grateful praise.

Almighty G OD ! by thy great power,
I hail again the morning hour;
How fair the green fields meet my eyes,
How sweet the birds sing in the skies,
How fresh appear the hills and trees,
And oh! how pure the morning breeze!
I bless thy love in all I see,
For were not these things made for me?
And was it not to meet my sight
Was hung aloft that globe of light?
Nor mine alone — for thou hast given
Thy good to all beneath the heaven;
And I rejoice that others share
The gift, the blessing, and the prayer, —
Then tho' a little child I be,
Yet may I bend myself to thee,
And join my infant voice to raise
A simple hymn of grateful praise.