"O sing unto the Lord a new song; for he hath done marvellous things: his right hand, and his holy arm, hath gotten him the victory."—Psalms 98:1.
How can I sing a song of praise to-day,
A new, glad song, when all
I labored for so long has gone to naught,
And grief has me in thrall?
How can I sing when disappointment, pain,
Have filled my heart with tears?
The songs I sang but yesterday have staled,
And hope has turned to fears.
But see what I have done, I hear Thee say,
And turn away from woe
And grief. The marvelous things My hand hath wrought,
A song to you will show.
The voice of Truth awoke me from my dream
Of self-steeped pain, showed me
How sweet the day; how gleamed the yellowing leaves
In autumn's harmony.
The light it filtered through the leaves and flung
Bright patterns all of gold.
My heart o'erflowed with gratitude for wealth
Of loveliness, untold.
The Lord's right hand, I sang, hath given Him
The victory; oh, bless
The Lord. Depression fled, and in its place
Came hone and Quietness.
