All Beautiful the March of Days

All beautiful the march of days,

As seasons come and go;

The hand that shaped the rose hath wrought

The crystal of the snow,

Hath sent the hoary frost of heav’n,

The flowing waters sealed,

And laid a silent loveliness

On hill and wood and field.

O’er white expanses sparkling pure

The radiant morns unfold;

The solemn splendors of the night

Burn brighter through the cold.

Life mounts in ev’ry throbbing vein,

Love deepens round the hearth,

And clearer sounds the angel hymn,

“Good will to all on earth.”

O Thou from whose unfathomed law

The year in beauty flows

Thyself the vision passing by

In crystal and in rose,

Day unto day doth utter speech,

And night to night proclaim,

In ever changing words of light

The wonder of Thy name.