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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 13, 1901

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 78, No. 33.

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THANKS

By Marianne Farningham

ONE saw that he was healed, and turned To give Thee thanks. How shall I praise, Whose life through all my years of days Has taught, although I slowly learned, The wonder of thy healing touch, My Lord, who has forgiven much?
Thou camest at the door to wait, And the closed heart, for all its sin, Opened to let her Master in. Early it was, and yet too late; And ever since through light and shade Thy gracious love my joy has made.
How can I count thy mercies up? What boisterous sea hast thou made calm, What sad sighs changed to joyous psalm; And what rich wine has filled my cup! My day and night, my work and rest, Even my sorrows thou hast blest.
Thou gavest, and I took my share Of pain and trouble, grief and tears, But ever through the stormiest years My peace was greater than my care. Unworthy I! And yet I pray, O Lord, accept my thanks to-day.
The sunset raptures light the hill, And opals kiss the tranquil sea, And the fair world which I shall see Some day, when it shall be thy will, Draws me to it, although unseen— Lord, be my life as thou hast been! —Marianne Farningham.