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April 3 THANKSGIVING
“Be ‘anxious’ for nothing, but in every thing by prayer and
supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made
known unto God.”—Phil. iv. 6.
Father, I thank Thee that this life
Which is the better part of me,
Is vaster than all forms of strife
And like Thy Nature full and free;
That it can never have a bound
But that which is its one defence,
And knows no line of limit round
Except Thine own Omnipotence.
Which is the better part of me,
Is vaster than all forms of strife
And like Thy Nature full and free;
That it can never have a bound
But that which is its one defence,
And knows no line of limit round
Except Thine own Omnipotence.
I thank Thee that for ever on
My spirit shall pursue its way,
And when this mortal bar is gone
Shall see before it brighter day;
That as I gain a grander sphere
I must myself yet greater grow,
Above the ranges that rise here—
Sweet things that satisfy below.
My spirit shall pursue its way,
And when this mortal bar is gone
Shall see before it brighter day;
That as I gain a grander sphere
I must myself yet greater grow,
Above the ranges that rise here—
Sweet things that satisfy below.
I thank Thee that with broadening arch
The future waxes fairer still,
And gathers in its glorious march
A purer balm for every ill;
That pains are jewels in Thy throne—
An earnest of the joys to be,
The tomb is but a stepping stone
Which brings me nearer unto Thee.
The future waxes fairer still,
And gathers in its glorious march
A purer balm for every ill;
That pains are jewels in Thy throne—
An earnest of the joys to be,
The tomb is but a stepping stone
Which brings me nearer unto Thee.
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