Poem November 30, 1899 Issue

Thanksgiving

By CARLOTTA B. SEABEY

Give thanks to Thee, O Lord of Hosts!
Give thanks in rapturous song!
Thy love surrounds and blesses us,
Thy mercies round us throng!

If we complain, or cry, or sigh,
That Thou from us art far,
Our clearer vision shows us this, —
Ourselves have raised a bar

Between our mortal eyes and Thee,
A bar unreal and slight,
Which vanishes when we can know
We but reflect Thy light.

This knowledge dearest is to us:
Ours is Thy grace, Thy joy,
Ours is the tender love divine,
Ours peace without alloy.

Then thanks to Thee, O Lord of Hosts!
Give thanks in rapturous song!
Thy love surrounds and blesses us,
Thy mercies round us throng.

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