Poem June 16, 1934 Issue

All Thy Works Do Praise Thee

ANNE H. BROGAN

I would that I could make new words—
How pure those words would be,
How filled with love and blessedness,
How fraught with majesty—
That I might use them to express
My gratitude to Thee
For all the lovely gifts Thou giv'st,
For all the good I see.

To tell of Thy omnipotence,
Thy beauty everywhere;
Thy love, Thy truth, Thy gentleness,
Thy loving, tender care;
Thy will benign that governs all—
Perfection high and rare—
Oh, would that I could frame fit words
Thy goodness to declare.

But why should I desire mere words,
Though rich with harmony,
To voice my fervent gratitude?
For, filling sky and sea,
The universe forever sings
In wordless psalmody,
And I may sing with all the spheres
This mighty symphony.

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