I Love Thy Skies, Thy Sunny Mists, Thy Fields, Thy Mountains Hoar, Thy Wind That Bloweth Where It Lists-- Thy Will, I Love It More. I Love Thy Hidden Truth To Seek All Round, In Sea, On Shore; The Arts Whereby Like Gods We Speak-- Thy Will To Me Is More. I Love Thy Men And Women, Lord, The Children Round Thy Door; Calm Thoughts That Inward Strength Afford-- Thy Will Than These Is More. But When Thy Will My Life Doth Hold Thine To The Very Core, The World, Which That Same Will Doth Mould, I Love, Then, Ten Times More!