Cecil Frances Alexander

Jesus calls us; o’er the tumult

day by day his clear voice soundeth,saying, ‘Christian, follow me; ‘as, of old, Saint Andrew heart itby the Galilean lake,turned from home and toil and kindred,leaving all for his dear sake.Jesus calls us from the worshipof the vain world’s golden store;from each idol that would keep us,saying, ‘Christian, love me more.’In our joys and in…

All things bright and beautiful,

All things wise and wonderful,The Lord God made them all.Each little flower that opens,Each little bird that sings,He made their glowing colours,He made their tiny wings.The rich man in his castle,The poor man at his gate,God made them, high or lowly,And ordered their estate.The purple-headed mountain,The river running by,The sunset, and the morning,That brightens up…