<\/a>A Thanksgiving<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n\u2018Thou in faithfulness hast afflicted me.\u2019<\/p>\n
LORD, in this dust thy sovereign voice
First quickened love divine;
I am all thine,\u2014thy care and choice,
My very praise is thine. <\/p>\n
I praise Thee, while thy providence
In childhood frail I trace,
For blessings given, ere dawning sense
Could seek or scan thy grace;<\/p>\n
Blessings in boyhood\u2019s marvelling hour;
Bright dreams, and fancyings strange;
Blessings, when reason\u2019s awful power
Gave thought a bolder range;<\/p>\n
Blessings of friends, which to my door
Unasked, unhoped, have come;
And, choicer still, a countless store
Of eager smiles at home. <\/p>\n
Yet, Lord, in memory\u2019s fondest place
I shrine those seasons sad,
When, looking up, I saw thy face
In kind austereness clad. <\/p>\n
I would not miss one sigh or tear,
Heart-pang, or throbbing brow;
Sweet was the chastisement severe,
And sweet its memory now. <\/p>\n
Yes! let the fragrant scars abide,
Love-tokens in thy stead,
Faint shadows of the spear-pierced side
And thorn-encompassed head.<\/p>\n
And such thy tender force be still,
When self would swerve or stray;
Shaping to truth the froward will
Along thy narrow way. <\/p>\n
Deny me wealth; far, far remove
The lure of power or name;
Hope thrives in straits, in weakness love,
And faith in this world\u2019s shame.<\/p>\n
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