OUR THANKS are thine,
O Mighty One, that thou has safely led
Our fathers through the grim and trying past
And made a way for us in days now dead.
Our gratitude before thy throne we cast,
That hands divine
Have kept our feet and ordered all our ways,
God of the yesterdays.
We thank thee, too,
For that blest hope we treasure fond and deep--
The hope our worn hearts lean so heavy on--
That somewhere in time’s mighty onward sweep
The day of God and righteousness shall dawn
Serene and true.
For all of this we bring our thanks to thee,
God of the years to be.
But most of all
We thank thee for the golden fruitfulness
Of fields now rich with grain or bright with flowers,
For grace and pardon, joy and blessedness,
And every good that even now is ours.
And so we call
In confidence that thou dost bless our way,
God of this present day.