My mom as she grows older and more beautiful, can’t sleep as well. So she wakes up last night, thinking of me, and hears this ancient poem, as she knows i love the creatures and meet Him through the earth. I hope that i age as well as that! Thinking of others, when I can’t sleep well!
  So, i too, sing poems to the sons and daughters when i, and we, cannot sleep well; here’s what she texted from an old hymn:
“For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies. For the Love which from our birth over and around us lies; Christ our God to thee we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of the the hour of the day and of the night, hill and dale and tree and flower, sun and moon and stars so bright. Lord of all to Thee we raise, this our hymn of grateful praise.” Thanks mom, appreciate you and your prayer songs for us all. My mom is a cool lady! And sometimes, it’s good to hear the old songs…of love and appreciation.
Here’s the whole hymn:
1.    For the beauty of the earth,
for the glory of the skies,
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
2.    For the beauty of each hour
of the day and of the night,
hill and vale, and tree and flower,
sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
3.    For the joy of ear and eye,
for the heart and mind’s delight,
for the mystic harmony,
linking sense to sound and sight;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
4.    For the joy of human love,
brother, sister, parent, child,
friends on earth and friends above,
for all gentle thoughts and mild;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
5.    For thy church, that evermore
lifteth holy hands above,
offering up on every shore
her pure sacrifice of love;
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
6.    For thyself, best Gift Divine,
to the world so freely given,
for that great, great love of thine,
peace on earth, and joy in heaven:
Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise.
  Not a bad text to get in the middle of the night from your mom! I like the older poems  and persons of thanks! They seem richer somehow.