1 My God, I thank thee, who hast made
The earth so bright;
So full of splendor and of joy,
Beauty and light;
So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right. A-men.
2 I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast made
Joy to abound; (made
So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.
3 I thank thee, too, that all our joy
Is touched with pain,
That shadows fall on brightest hours,
That thorns remain;
So that earth's bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.
4 I thank thee, Lord, that here our souls,
Though amply blest,
Can never find, although they seek,
A perfect rest,
Nor ever shall, until they lean
On Jesus' breast.
|First Line:||My God, I thank Thee who hast made|
|Title:||My God, I thank thee, who hast made|
|Author:||Adelaide A. Procter (1858)|