I BLESS Thee, Father, for the grace Thou me this day hast given, Strengthening my soul to seek Thy face, And list the theme of heaven. I bless Thee that each work-day care Thy love hath lull'd to rest, And every thought whose wing has prayer Thine answering word hath blest. I bless Thee, Father! Those dark fears That linger'd round my heart, That called for murmurs, doubts and tears, Thy mercy bade depart. O Thou alone couldst send them hence On this blessed day of peace, And with Thy spirit's pure incense Bid work-day turmoil cease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUILTING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD THE EARLY PRIMROSE by HENRY KIRKE WHITE ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS: PART 3: 34. MUTABILITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 129 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG by THOMAS CAMPION |