We Thank Thee, Lord, For All Thy Golden Silences,-- For Every Sabbath From The World'S Turmoil; For Every Respite From The Stress Of Life;-- Silence Of Moorlands Rolling To The Skies, Heath-Purpled, Bracken-Clad, Aflame With Gorse; Silence Of Grey Tors Crouching In The Mist; Silence Of Deep Woods' Mystic Cloistered Calm; Silence Of Wide Seas Basking In The Sun; Silence Of White Peaks Soaring To The Blue; Silence Of Dawnings, When, Their Matins Sung, The Little Birds Do Fall Asleep Again; For The Deep Silence Of High Golden Noons; Silence Of Gloamings And The Setting Sun; Silence Of Moonlit Nights And Patterned Glades; Silence Of Stars, Magnificently Still, Yet Ever Chanting Their Creator'S Skill; For That High Silence Of Thine Open House, Dim-Branching Roof And Lofty-Pillared Aisle, Where Burdened Hearts Find Rest In Thee Awhile; Silence Of Friendship, Telling More Than Words; Silence Of Hearts, Close-Knitting Heart To Heart Silence Of Joys Too Wonderful For Words; Silence Of Sorrows, When Thou Drawest Near; Silence Of Soul, Wherein We Come To Thee, And Find Ourselves In Thine Immensity; For That Great Silence Where Thou Dwell'St Alone-- --Father, Spirit, Son, In One, Keeping Watch Above Thine Own,-- Deep Unto Deep, Within Us Sound Sweet Chords Of Praise Beyond The Reach Of Human Words; In Our Souls' Silence, Feeling Only Thee,-- We Thank Thee, Thank Thee, Thank Thee, Lord!