We thank Thee for the sunset clouds, the cooling shades of night;
We thank Thee for the homing birds so graceful in their flight;
We thank Thee for the ocean calm whose silvery bosom blends
The wondrous tints of sunset sky that heavenly glory lends.
We thank Thee for this light of life that floods both land and sea;
But most of all, we thank Thee for the good we do not see. .
We thank Thee for the massive rocks—the soul-inspiring trees,
The stately rose, the buttercup, the clover, and the bees;
We thank Thee for the thrilling song that kindles ear and heart, —
The flutter of protecting wings that make the teardrops start.
Yet most of all, dear Father, as we gaze across the sea,
We thank Thee, Oh, we thank Thee for the good we do not see.
We thank Thee for the winter's snow, for summer's gentle rain;
For springing blades of tender green, for fields of ripened grain;
We thank thee for the noble heights with their rich, wood-crowned slopes;
For placid lake, for humming brook that through the meadow gropes.
Yet most of all, dear Father, as we lift our eyes toward thee
We thank Thee, ever thank Thee, for the good we do not see.
