Thanks be to him who lights each star
That sparkles in the blue afar.
2 Thanks be to him who makes the morn,
And bids it glow with beams new-born;
Who draws the shadows of the night,
Like curtains, o’er our wearied sight.
3 Thanks be to him who sheds abroad,
Within our hearts, the love of God—
The spirit of all truth and peace,
Fountain of joy and holiness.