Songs

My God, I thank Thee, who hast made

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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. 

2	I thank Thee, Lord, too that Thou hast made 
	Joy to abound; 
	So many gentle thoughts and deeds 
	Circling us round, 
	That, in the darkest spot of earth 
	Some love is found. 

3	I thank Thee more 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	For thou who knowest, Lord, how soon 
	Our weak heart clings, 
	Hast given us joys, tender and true, 
	Yet all with wings; 
	So that we see gleaming on high 
	Diviner things. 

5	I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept 
	The best in store; 
	We have enough, yet not too much 
	To long for more: 
	A yearning for a deeper peace 
	Not known before. 

6	I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls 
	Though amply blessed, 
	Can never find, although they seek 
	A perfect rest; 
	Nor ever shall, until they lean 
	On Jesus’ breast.

						Adelaide Anne Proctor