THANKS be to God! to whom earth owes Sunshine and breeze, The heath-clad hill, the vale's repose, Streamlet and seas, The snowdrop and the summer rose, The many-voiced trees. Thanks for the darkness that reveals Night's starry dower; And for the sable cloud that heals Each fevered flower; And for the rushing storm that peals Our weakness and Thy power. Thanks for the sweetly-lingering might In music's tone; For paths of knowledge, whose calm light Is all Thine own; For thoughts that at the Infinite Fold their bright wings alone. Yet thanks that silence oft may flow In dewlike store; Thanks for the mysteries that show How small our lore; Thanks that we here so little know, And trust Thee all the more! Thanks for the gladness that entwines Our path below; Each sunrise that incarnadines The cold, still snow; Thanks for the light of love which shines With brightest earthly glow. Thanks for the sickness and the grief Which none may flee; For loved ones standing now around The crystal sea; And for the weariness of heart Which only rests in Thee. Thanks for Thine own thrice-blessed Word, And Sabbath rest; Thanks for the hope of glory stored In mansions blest; Thanks for the Spirit's comfort poured Into the trembling breast. Thanks, more than thanks, to Him ascend, Who died to win Our life, and every trophy rend From Death and Sin; Till, when the thanks of Earth shall end, The thanks of Heaven begin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREAT RACE PASSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LOST CHORD by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG ICHABOD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER EXALTATION by HILDA WHILT ARCHER |