1. O Lord, who gave the dawn its glow, and charm to close of day, you made all song and fragrance flow, gave spring its magic sway: deliver us, lest none should praise for glories that all earth displays. 2. O Lord, who caused the streams to sing, gave joy to forest trees, you gave a song to lark on wing, and chords to gentlest breeze: deliver us, lest we should see a day without a song set free. 3. O Lord, who heard the lonely trend on that strange path of old, you saw the Son of Man once shed his blood from love untold: deliver us, lest one age dawn without a cross or crown of thorn.