Ambleside Rushbearing Hymn

Our fathers to the House of God,
As yet a building rude,
Bore offerings from the flowery sod,
And fragrant rushes strewed.
May we, their children, ne’er forget
The pious lesson given,
But honour still, together met
The Lord of Earth and Heaven.
Sing we the good Creator’s praise,
Who gives us sun and showers,
To cheer our hearts with fruitful days,
And deck our world with flowers.
These, of the great Redeemer’s grace,
Bright emblems here are seen;
He makes to smile the desert place
With flowers and rushes green
All glory to the Father be
All glory to the Son
All glory Holy Ghost, to Thee
While endless ages run.