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THANKSGIVING.

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Suggested by Miss Havergal's poem on the same subject.

Thanks be to Thee, O Christ! who left
Thy heavenly throne,
And didst the crimson wine-press tread
Of wrath, alone;
And dare the bitterest pangs of death
To make us all Thine own.
Thanks for the martyrs that have trod
Thy path since then;
Proving the Spirit of their Lord
Abides with men;
Suffering with Thee, in hope to reign
With Thee in life again.
Thanks for the fruitless tears that fall
For others' woe;
The hard and tearless grief for sins
Of long ago;
The hopeless faith that cries to God,
“Why hast Thou made me so?’

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Thanks when a groundless fear or hope
Away is cast;
When, gazing toward its prize, the soul
Forgets the past;
Thanks for the deep unrest of heart
That rests in Thee at last.
Thanks when the veil is torn that hid
A truth from view;
Thanks when we find the letter false,
The spirit true;
Thanks for eternal hope revealed,
Though seen at first by few.
Thanks for the bitter joy that finds
Its idols clay;
Thanks for the quenchless fires that cleanse
The chaff away;
For morning stars of time, that fade
In Heaven's eternal day.