Lift up his heart in prayer and praise!
I bless Thee in the autumn morn,
When varied tints are on the leaves,
When gaily sounds the hunter’s horn,
Where reapers bind the golden sheaves.
Let man in life’s declining days
Lift up his heart in prayer and praise!
I’ll bless my God in winter’s gloom,
When Nature sleeps beneath the snow;
Oh! grant that when, beneath the tomb,