All beautiful the march of days
Text by Frances Whitmarsh Wile
Unity Hymns and Carols, 1911
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.
The solemn splendors of the night burn brighter through the cold.
Life mounts in every throbbing veins, love deepens ‘round the hearth,
And clearer sounds the angel hymn, “Good will and peace 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.
Whitmarsh Wile, F. (1992). All beautiful the march of days. In C. i. Tradition, Hymnal A Worship Book (p. 159). Scottdale: Mennonite Publishing House.
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