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'For The Beauty Of The Earth' is just right to praise the blessings of the Lord on Thanksgiving.

For The Beauty Of The Earth

The devout and joyous holiday of Thanksgiving is celebrated every year throughout the United States of America. This harvest festival lets everyone honor and thank God for this never-ending blessings and the bountiful harvest procured during the season. Major festivities include relishing traditional dishes, watching football matches and parades, offering prayers, and indulging in weekend getaways. Along with other hymns, "For The Beauty Of The Earth" is also sung at several churches during Thanksgiving holidays across America. By composing this hymn, the author Folliott S. Pierpoint tries to describe the beauty of God's work, his creation, and offers thanks for his wondrous designing. This hymn is generally sung to a tune called "Dix", composed by Conrad Kocher in 1838. To make your Thanksgiving celebrations delightful and perfect, do not forget to include this hymn in your list. Find the lyrics of "For The Beauty Of The Earth" in the lines below.

For the beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth
Over and around us lies.

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(Lord of all, to Thee we raise,
This our hymn of grateful praise.)

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.

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For the joy of ear and eye,
For the heart and mind's delight,
For the mystic harmony
Linking sense to sound and sight.

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For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild.

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For Thy Church, that evermore
Lifteth holy hands above,
Offering up on every shore
Her pure sacrifice of love.

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For the martyrs' crown of light,
For Thy prophets' eagle eye,
For Thy bold confessors' might,
For the lips of infancy.

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For Thy virgins' robes of snow,
For Thy maiden mother mild,
For Thyself, with hearts aglow,
Jesu, Victim undefiled.

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For each perfect gift of Thine,
To our race so freely given,
Graces human and divine,
Flowers of earth and buds of Heaven.

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