O Thou, whose boun­ty fills my cup
With ev­ery bless­ing meet!
I give Thee thanks for ev­ery drop—
The bit­ter and the sweet.

I praise Thee for the de­sert road,
And for the ri­ver­side;
For all Thy good­ness hath be­stowed,
And all Thy grace de­nied.

I thank Thee for both smile and frown,
And for the gain and loss;
I praise Thee for the fu­ture crown,
And for the pre­sent cross.

I thank Thee for the wing of love,
Which stirred my world­ly nest;
And for the stor­my clouds which drove
The flut­ter­er to Thy breast.

I bless Thee for the glad in­crease,
And for the wan­ing joy;
And for this strange, this set­tled peace,
Which no­thing can de­stroy.