The sun that gives me heat and light,
The moon that cheers the gloom of night;
The stars that sparkle in the sky,
Like friendly eyes that watch on high:

The boundless sea, the spacious land,
Whatever is great, or rich, or grand;—
All these, and more than eye can see,
The Lord has made for love of me.

And he has made these works divine,
To win this wayward heart of mine;
To make me do his blessed will,
And daily love him better still.

​Yet, Lord, my heart's best love is giv'n
Not for these works of earth and heav'n;
For morning's incense-breathing air,
Or evening's charms however fair;

No! may thy holy name be blest
For this one gift above the rest,—
That having made all things for me,
Thou, Lord, hast made myself for thee.