My God, I thank Thee! may no thought
E’er deem Thy chastisements severe;
But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.
Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom
That darkens o’er his little day.
Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know;
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.
Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;
And, ’mid the wreck of human joy,
Let kneeling faith adore Thy will.
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