1. To Him who made the world, The sun, the moon and stars, And all that in them is, With days and months and years; To Him who died, That we might live, Our thanks and songs We freely give.
2. Our hope in things to come, The Spirit’s quick’ning powers Should turn our hearts to Him Who makes His blessings ours; That we may sing Of things above, And always know That God is love.
3. When He comes down from heaven, And earth again is blest, Then all the ransomed heirs Will find their promised rest. With all the just We then may sing, God is with us And we with Him.