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O Thou
whose bounty fills my cup,
With every blessing meet!
I give Thee thanks for every drop---
The bitter and the sweet.
I
praise Thee for the desert road,
And for the riverside;
For all Thy goodness hath bestowed,
And all Thy grace denied.
I
thank Thee for both smile and frown,
And for the gain and loss;I praise
Thee for the future crown
And for the present cross.
I
thank Thee for both wings of love
Which stirred my wordly nest;
And for the stormy clouds which drove
Me, trembling, to Thy breast.
I
bless Thee for the glad increase,
And for the waning joy;
And for this strange, this settled peace
Which nothing can destroy. |
