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| MY God, I thank Thee, Who hast made |
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| The earth so bright; |
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| So full of splendour and of joy, |
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| Beauty and light; |
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| So many glorious things are here, | |
| Noble and right. |
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| I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made |
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| Joy to abound; |
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| So many gentle thoughts and deeds |
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| Circling us round; | |
| That in the darkest spot of earth |
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| Some love is found. |
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| I thank Thee more that all our joy |
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| Is touched with pain; |
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| That shadows fall on brightest hours, | |
| That thorns remain; |
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| So that earth’s bliss may be our guide, |
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| And not our chain. |
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| For Thou Who knowest, Lord, how soon |
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| Our weak heart clings, | |
| Hast given us joys, tender and true, |
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| Yet all with wings, |
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| So that we see, gleaming on high, |
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| Diviner things. |
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| I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept | |
| The best in store; |
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| I have enough, yet not too much, |
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| To long for more; |
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| A yearning for a deeper peace |
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| Not known before. | |
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| I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls, |
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| Though amply blest, |
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| Can never find, although they seek, |
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| A perfect rest,— |
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| Nor ever shall, until they lean | |
| On Jesus’ breast! |
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