Song of Gladness by Eugene Thwing

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Apr 15, 1915

Song of Gladness

By Eugene Thwing

I’m glad there’s room for singing in the crowded, busy day.

I’m glad that music in the heart makes work as light as play.

I’m glad I needn’t work alone, nor carry all the load.

I’m glad a Friend walks by my side and cheers me on the road.

I’m glad the heaviest burden leaves a little strength to spare.

I’m glad there’s power enough, withal, a brother’s load to share.

I’m glad my task is greater than my puny strength can grip.

I’m glad to have so sure a claim upon God’s partnership.

I’m glad the pains of yesterday are all forever past.

I’m glad the troubles of today have little time to last.

I’m glad tomorrow, all unspoiled, may have more good than ill.

I’m glad each day helps, drop by drop, the cup of joy to fill.

I’m glad again, for yesterday, for every lesson learned.

I’m glad for gain of strength and for each bit of progress earned.

I’m glad today is still my own to plan and work and pray.

I’m glad a future full of hope inspires the hardest way.

I’m glad for chance to be a friend, to pass the cheer along.

I’m glad to steal away a sigh and substitute a song.

I’m glad for laughter, fun, and play, to keep the spirit sweet.

I’m glad the serious and gay are making life complete.

I’m glad the road of life is up — up, ever to the end.

I’m glad there’ll be no call at last in darkness to descend.

I’m glad the last beam shall not fade to “shine again no more.”

I’m glad I need not face the time when all “man’s work is o’er.”

I’m glad to go from little things to “greater things than these.”

I’m glad I’m called forever to obey a King’s decrees.

I’m glad I need not name the whole long list of why I’m glad.

I’m glad my Father knows it all. I shall be always glad.

*— Eugene Thwing, in Northwestern Christian Advocate.*