All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
THERE is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,
Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.
Where the acorn tumbles down,
Where the ash tree sheds its berry,
Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult
of our life's wild, restless sea,
day by day his clear voice soundeth,
saying, 'Christian, follow me; '
Once in royal David's city
Stood in a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby