We Thank Thee by D. H. Hammond

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 25, 1912

We Thank Thee

By D. H. Hammond

We thank Thee for the sunny days Of summer past and gone; We thank thee for their cheering ways And wealth of wild-bird song. We thank thee for the flowers they brought, Their butterflies and bees; We thank thee for the shady spot, And sweet perfume on breeze. We thank thee for the pastures green, The cattle feeding sleek; We thank thee for each summer scene, The river and the creek. We thank thee for the showery time, And for the warm days grand; We thank thee for the days of shine Spread out all o'er the land. We thank thee for the days all light, And for the days all dark; We thank thee for the harvest bright, And trade on busy mart. We thank thee for the orchards fine, And all their wealth of fruit; We thank thee for all brutish kine, And food their tastes to suit. We thank thee for the autumn shower, And winter's snows 'neath feet; We thank thee for thy wondrous power To make all things complete. We thank thee for our lives still cared, And for thy love revealed; We thank thee we have still been spared Our powers for thee to wield. We thank thee for thy Word so true, Its promises oft tried; We thank thee each day learned anew Some truth when we have pried. We thank thee for the joy, the light, Which comes from thee alone; We thank thee, Father, that no night Can reach where is thy throne. We thank thee for the future still To peer into each day; We thank thee thou canst each day fill With joy upon our way. We thank thee for thy wisdom grand, To understand thy ways; And now we ask thy help to stand For right throughout the days.

— D. H. Hammond.