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The Beautiful World
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world,
For the banner of blue that’s above it unfurled,
For the streams that sparkle and sing to the sea,
For the bloom in the glade and the leaf on the tree;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
Here’s a song of praise for the mountain peak,
Where the wind and the lightning meet and speak,
For the golden star on the soft night’s breast,
And the silvery moonlight’s path to rest;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
Here’s a song of praise for the rippling notes
That come from a thousand sweet bird throats,
For the ocean wave and the sunset glow,
And the waving fields where the reapers go;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
Here’s a song of praise for the ones so true,
And the kindly deeds they have done for you;
For the great earth’s heart, when it’s understood,
Is struggling still toward the pure and good;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
Here’s a song of praise for the One who guides,
For He holds the ships and He holds the tides,
And underneath and around and above.
The world is lapped in the light of His love;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
By W. Lomax Childress
Walter Lomax Childress was born on 26 September 1867 in Roanoke County, Virginia, United States of America. He became a Christian Protestant minister, a writer, a hymnist, and a poet. Walter Lomax Childress passed on at 69 years of age on 4 October 1936 in Singers Glen, Rockingham County, Virginia, United States of America.
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world,
For the banner of blue that’s above it unfurled,
For the streams that sparkle and sing to the sea,
For the bloom in the glade and the leaf on the tree;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
Here’s a song of praise for the mountain peak,
Where the wind and the lightning meet and speak,
For the golden star on the soft night’s breast,
And the silvery moonlight’s path to rest;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
Here’s a song of praise for the rippling notes
That come from a thousand sweet bird throats,
For the ocean wave and the sunset glow,
And the waving fields where the reapers go;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
Here’s a song of praise for the ones so true,
And the kindly deeds they have done for you;
For the great earth’s heart, when it’s understood,
Is struggling still toward the pure and good;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
Here’s a song of praise for the One who guides,
For He holds the ships and He holds the tides,
And underneath and around and above.
The world is lapped in the light of His love;
Here’s a song of praise for a beautiful world.
By W. Lomax Childress
Walter Lomax Childress was born on 26 September 1867 in Roanoke County, Virginia, United States of America. He became a Christian Protestant minister, a writer, a hymnist, and a poet. Walter Lomax Childress passed on at 69 years of age on 4 October 1936 in Singers Glen, Rockingham County, Virginia, United States of America.
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