Now I have trod ten thousand miles
Up hills and dales passed country stiles
I’ve climbed the steps to reach the sky
Both night and day as clouds rolled by.
I’ve dreamt the way that scholars do
Mindful of all that can be true
My heart and soul are caught in it
Somehow it all just seems to fit.
Let’s thank the Lord for His great gifts
As through our lives His beauty sifts !