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 the wing of love
Which stirred my worldly 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.
--Jane Crewdson.