I We thank Thee, Lord, we thank Thee, Lord,
For all the garnered riches we have stored,
The ripened fruit that generous autumn yields
From sunny fields, from sunny fields.

2 In many lines, in many lines,

Sustained upon earth's bosom, fed by dews,
And ripened in the sunlight waives the grain
O'er hill and plain, o'er hill and plain.

3 And patient toil, and patient toil,

Which sowed the seed upon the fertile soil,

And watched and tended through the summer days

Thy name does praise, Thy name does praise.

4 Thy gifts sustain, Thy gifts sustain,

The body's need, but poverty and pain
Oft minister to higher wants than those
The spirit knows, the spirit knows.

5 Then come what will, then come what will,
Prosperity or failure, good or ill,

Unknown or understood, still be adored
Thy ways, O Lord! Thy ways, O Lord!

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How precious are Thy thoughts of peace, O God, to me, how great their sum!

ry morn, they never cease; They were, they are, and yet shall come;

In numbers and in compass more Than o- cean's sand on o-cean's shore.

I How precious are Thy thoughts of peace,
O God! to me, how great their sum !

New every morn they never cease;

They were, they are, and yet shall come;
In numbers and in compass more
Than ocean's sand on ocean's shore.

2 How from Thy presence should I go,
Or whither from Thy spirit flee?
Since all above, around, below,
Exists in Thine eternity,

I feel Thine all-controlling will,
And Thy right hand upholds me still.

3 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, my secret soul survey;

And warn Thy servant to depart
From every false and evil way.
So shall Thy truth my guidance be
To life and immortality.

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my soul! thy Maker's will; Tumultuous pas - sions, all be still;

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Nor let one murm'ring thought a-rise; His ways are just, His coun-sels wise.

I Wait, O my soul! thy Maker's will;
Tumultuous passions, all be still;

Nor let one murmuring thought arise;
His ways are just, His counsels wise.

2 In heaven and earth, in air and seas,
He executes His wise decrees;

This know alone and be at rest,-
That what He does is ever best.

3 Then, wait, my soul submissive wait;
With reverence bow before His feet;
Though paths of pain thou oft hast trod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.

Or earth re-joice thee not with flow'rs, Nor with its stars the night.

I Remember Him, the Only One,
Now ere the years flow by,
Now while the smile is on thy lip,
The light within thine eye.

Now, ere for thee the sun has lost
His glory and his light;

Or earth rejoice thee not with flowers,
Nor with its stars the night.