THANKSGIVING, 1863.
God of the day and night!
Whose presence dwells, serene and lovely still,
Above all waves of human good or ill,
In darkness as in light!
Whose presence dwells, serene and lovely still,
Above all waves of human good or ill,
In darkness as in light!
When summer skies are fair,—
When Peace and Plenty reign above the land,
The weakest soul can feel Thy guiding hand,
And read Thy mercy there;
When Peace and Plenty reign above the land,
The weakest soul can feel Thy guiding hand,
And read Thy mercy there;
But when the tempest's might
Sullenly bursts above the faded flowers,
And all that smiled upon this earth of ours
Is dashed from vale and height,—
Sullenly bursts above the faded flowers,
And all that smiled upon this earth of ours
Is dashed from vale and height,—
It needs a stronger trust,
Beyond the wrecks of hope and light to see
A purer life made beautiful by Thee,
Whose ways are ever just!
Beyond the wrecks of hope and light to see
A purer life made beautiful by Thee,
Whose ways are ever just!
We do not weakly fear
Beneath the roughest blast of Winter's breath,
Nor shrink before his icy calm of death
When all is dark and sere;
Beneath the roughest blast of Winter's breath,
Nor shrink before his icy calm of death
When all is dark and sere;
We know he holds the Spring;
Till flinging back its robe of ice and showers
The sunshine laughs on bees and buds and flowers,
And bids its wild birds sing.
Till flinging back its robe of ice and showers
The sunshine laughs on bees and buds and flowers,
And bids its wild birds sing.
Yet do our spirits faint,
When, rolling on the blood-stained cloud of war,
We catch the shadow of the strife afar,
And smell the battle taint,—
When, rolling on the blood-stained cloud of war,
We catch the shadow of the strife afar,
And smell the battle taint,—
Forgetting, in our pain,
The Lord of Hosts, who strikes from scenes like these
The grandest chords of human destinies,
And makes all bright again!
The Lord of Hosts, who strikes from scenes like these
The grandest chords of human destinies,
And makes all bright again!
Teach us O Lord! to see
With the same faith that laughs the clouds to scorn,
Past the dark night, and to the coming morn
Made glad and fresh by Thee!
With the same faith that laughs the clouds to scorn,
Past the dark night, and to the coming morn
Made glad and fresh by Thee!
So shall our anthem sweet,
Of Praise and Thanks and Love, swell glad on high,
And pierce beyond the clouds of soul and sky
To seek Thy blessèd feet.
Of Praise and Thanks and Love, swell glad on high,
And pierce beyond the clouds of soul and sky
To seek Thy blessèd feet.