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<h2>ALL BEAUTIFUL THE MARCH OF DAYS</h2><p align="center">
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<h3>“He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes.” Psalm 147:16</h3>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_i_williams_rv.jpg" alt="Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="90" height="119.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> Frances Whitmarsh Wile, 1912. She wrote this hymn at the request of her friend, Dr. William Channing Gannett, who was helping compile a hymnal and wanted a winter hymn.</p>
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<p>Frances Wile (1878-1939) was born in Bristol Valley, New York. She later lived in Rochester, New York, where she helped found the Women’s City Club.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Forest Green,” traditional English melody; arranged by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_williams_rv.html" target="_blank">Ralph Vaughan Williams</a>, 1906 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_f_forstgrn.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p><hr>
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<p>All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go;<br>
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The Hand that shaped the rose hath wrought the crystal of the snow;<br>
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Hath sent the hoary frost of heaven, the flowing waters sealed,<br>
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And laid a silent loveliness on hill and wood and field.</p>
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<p>O’er white expanses sparkling pure the radiant morns unfold;<br>
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The solemn splendors of the night burn brighter than the cold;<br>
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Life mounts in every throbbing vein, love deepens round the hearth,<br>
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And clearer sounds the angel hymn, “Good will to men on earth.”</p>
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<p>O Thou from Whose unfathomed law the year in beauty flows,<br>
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Thyself the vision passing by in crystal and in rose,<br>
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Day unto day doth utter speech, and night to night proclaim,<br>
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In ever changing words of light, the wonder of Thy Name.</p>
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