52Come let us

remember the joys of the town

Come, let us rememberthe joys of the town:

gay cars and bright busesthat roar up and down,

shop-windows and playgrounds and swings in the park,

and street-lamps that twinklein rows after dark.

And let us rememberthe chorus that swells

from hooters and hammersand whistles and bells,

from fierce-panting enginesand clear-striking clocks,

and sirens of vesselsafloat in the docks.

Come, let us now lift up our voices in praise, and to the Creator

a thanksgiving raise, for towns with their buildings

of stone, steel, and wood, for people who love them and work for their good.

{Final verse}

We thank you, O God, forthe numberless things

and friends and adventureswhich every day brings.

O may we not restuntil all that we do

in towns and in citiesis pleasing to you.

Doris M Gill c. 1975