1 List to the dreamy tone that dwells
In rippling wave or sighing tree;
Go hearken to the old church-bells,
The whistling bird, the whizzing bee;
Interpret right, and you will find
'Tis power and glory they proclaim,
The chimes, the creatures, waters, wind,
All echo, "Hallowed be thy name!
Father, hallowed be thy name!"

2 The pilgrim journeys till he bleeds
To gain the altar of his sires;
The hermit pores above his beads,
With zeal that never wanes nor tires;
But holiest rite, or longest prayer
That art can yield or wisdom frame,
What better import can it bear
Than "Father, hallowed be thy name!
Father, hallowed be thy name!"

3 Or nature, or the Bible read,
Those precious words you'll find there still;
We trace them in the flowering mead,
We hear them in the flowing rill;
One chorus hails the Great Shepherd,
Each varied breathing tells the same;
The strains may differ, but the theme
Is, "Father, hallowed be thy name!
Father, hallowed be thy name!"