COUNT THE BLESSINGS

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 1, 1875

COUNT THE BLESSINGS.

Number up the blessings; nay, thou canst not count, Scarcely might the sand-grains equal their amount; Tell them to the sea waves breaking on the shore Till thy tongue is weary; yet thou knowest more.

Number up the blessings; God doth drop them fast, Blessings in the present, blessings in the past; “New with every morning, fresh with every night;” Never doth the Father lose the child from sight.

Ever smile upon him. If thou canst not see, “’Tis the cloud thou makest, comes ’twixt him and thee; “’Tis the screen thou raisest shuts the sun away, If thou count the blessings, full will be each day,

Griefs shall not appall thee, do not leave them out, When thou countest blessings — ’twere unworthy doubts. ’Neath the darksome mantle, shines the white robe fair, Learn to know the angel whatever garb he wear.

Number up the blessings, and remember God Never o’er the whole world spreads the night abroad; Gone from out thy vision, not struck from the skies, Shall the sun return again, though to day he dies.

Number up the blessings, ever look for light, Once find “silver lining,” all the cloud grows bright.

Number up thy blessings, count with thankful prayer Ah! ’twere worship ceaseless, thus to own his care. —Sel.