I love thy skies, thy sunny mists, br Thy fields, thy mountains hoar, br Thy wind that bloweth where it lists- br Thy will, I love it more. br br I love thy hidden truth to seek br All round, in sea, on shore; br The arts whereby like gods we speak- br Thy will to me is more. br br I love thy men and women, Lord, br The children round thy door; br Calm thoughts that inward strength afford- br Thy will than these is more.