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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By The Sacrifice of Praise (“For the beauty”)

Folliott Sandford Pierpoint (1835–1917)

FOR the beauty of the earth,

For the beauty of the skies,

For the Love which from our birth

Over and around us lies;

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This, our Sacrifice of 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;

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This, our Sacrifice of Praise.

For the joy of ear and eye,

For the heart and brain’s delight,

For the mystic harmony

Linking sense to sound and sight;

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This, our Sacrifice of Praise.

For the joy of human love,

Brother, sister, parent, child,

Friends on earth, and friends above,

For all gentle thoughts and mild;

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This, our Sacrifice of Praise.

For each perfect gift of Thine

To our race so freely given,

Graces human and Divine,

Flowers of earth, and buds of Heaven;

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This, our Sacrifice of Praise.

For Thy Bride that evermore

Lifteth holy hands above,

Offering up on every shore

Its Pure Sacrifice of Love;

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise

This, our Sacrifice of Praise.

For Thy Martyrs’ crown of light,

For Thy Prophets’ eagle eye,

For Thy bold Confessors’ might,

For the lips of Infancy:

Christ, our God, to Thee we raise,

This, our Sacrifice of Praise.

For Thy Virgin’s robes of snow,

For Thy Maiden Mother mild,

For Thyself, with hearts aglow,

Jesu, Victim undefiled,

Offer we, at Thine own Shrine,

Thyself, sweet Sacrament Divine.