When clouds of sorrow sweep across my sky of brilliant hue,
When gray and somber, warlike, fierce, they hide away the blue,
I am not bidden to despair or mope with clouded brow;
God’s Word comes shining — ’tis His Sun, my courage to endow —
“In everything give thanks!”
When faced with dire calamity, when driven to despair,
When tempted to cry out, “My God! Thy dealings are unfair!”
He shows me One whose awful grief made heaven hide its face,
And then His Word comes shining through to give sustaining grace —
“In everything give thanks!”
When bounties rich and plentiful are lavished from His hand,
When all my needs are met by Him on whom my life depends,
’Tis then, of all times, I am tempted to forget His love,
Forget to offer praise to Him, to lift mine eyes above —
“In everything give thanks!”
God grant that I may learn to walk so humbly with my Lord,
To keep in fellowship with Him, abiding in His Word,
That not one day but every day may be Thanksgiving Day,
That life and lips and all I am — may all of me, alway,
“In everything give thanks!”
P. Hutchens