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...ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL OF THE WARS IN IRELAND by JOHN HARRINGTON LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD FRIENDSHIP by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |