More beautiful the beauty of the flower,
More sweet the song of bird and hum of bee.
More grand the lofty mountain range and peak,
More blue the azure of the sky and sea,
Because I know Thy spirit pure
Doth walk with me and make secure,
And all the good I say and do
Thou dost protect, and tak'st me through
The waves of sense, which dash and foam,
And guid'st me on to Thy dear home.
