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<h2>WE THANK THEE, LORD, FOR THIS FAIR EARTH</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of His glory.&#8221; Isaiah 6:4</h3></p>
<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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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_o_cotton_gel.html" target="_blank">George Edward Lynch Cotton</a>, in <em>Hymns for Use in the Chapel of Marlborough College</em>, 1856.
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Ernan,&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_mason_l.html" target="_blank">Lowell Mason</a>, 1850 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_e_ernan.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</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>
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<p>We thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth,<br>
The glittering sky, the silver sea;<br>
For all their beauty, all their worth,<br>
Their light and glory, come from Thee.</p>
<p>Thine are the flowers that clothe the ground,<br>
The trees that wave their arms above,<br>
The hills that gird our dwellings round,<br>
As Thou dost gird Thine own with love.</p>
<p>Yet teach us still how far more fair,<br>
More glorious, Father, in Thy sight,<br>
Is one pure deed, one holy prayer,<br>
One heart that owns Thy Spirit&#8217;s might.</p>
<p>So while we gaze with thoughtful eye<br>
On all the gifts Thy love has given,<br>
Help us in Thee to live and die,<br>
By Thee to rise from earth to heaven.</p>
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