A Thanksgiving + 

I Thank Thee, boundless Giver, + 

That the thoughts Thou givest flow + 

In sounds that like a river + 

All through the darkness go. + 

And though few should swell the pleasure, + 

By sharing this my wine, + 

My heart will clasp its treasure, + 

This secret gift of Thine. + 

My heart the joy inherits, + 

And will oft be sung to rest; + 

And some wandering hoping spirits + 

May listen and be blest. + 

For the sound may break the hours + 

In a dark and gloomy mood, + 

As the wind breaks up the bowers + 

Of the brooding sunless wood. + 

For every sound of gladness + 

Is a prophet-wind that tells + 

Of a summer without sadness, + 

And a love without farewells; + 

And a heart that hath no ailing, + 

And an eye that is not dim, + 

And a faith that without failing + 

Shall be complete in Him. + 

And when my heart is mourning, + 

The songs it lately gave, + 

Back to their fount returning, + 

Make sweet the bitter wave; + 

And forth a new stream floweth, + 

In sunshine winding fair; + 

And through the dark wood goeth + 

Glad laughter on the air. + 

For the heart of man that waketh, + 

Yet hath not ceased to dream, + 

Is the only fount that maketh + 

The sweet and bitter stream. + 

But the sweet will still be flowing + 

When the bitter stream is dry, + 

And glad music only going + 

On the breezes of the sky. + 

I thank Thee, boundless Giver, + 

That the thoughts Thou givest flow + 

In sounds that like a river + 

All through the darkness go. + 

And though few should swell the pleasure + 

By sharing this my wine, + 

My heart will clasp its treasure, + 

This secret gift of Thine. + 