"Give to the Lord the glory due His name; worship the Lord
in the beauty of holiness or in holy array."
(Psalm 29: 2)
My God Thou art a God of strength and beauty;
Thou art the mighty Keeper of the seas;
Thou givest me my life, my faith, my seeing-
And I, so small-what can I give for these?
Thou givest me the sun, the hills, the rainfall,
Clear eyes to see the daybreak and the night,
A mind to fathom truth and follow straightly-
And I, so small-what can I give of might?
Thou givest me the love of little children,
The quiet shining of the passing day,
The flow of peace within a burning heartache-
And I, so small-what can I give or say?
And then, as though Thou countest not these blessings,
Thou sendest Thine own Son to die for me-
And I, so small-oh, humbly and with gladness-
I give my all-I give my life to Thee!
"Thanksgiving"
A poem from
"The Church School Hymnal of Youth"
(1934)
The Westminster Press
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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