Show deo wa gratias my heart a new thanksgiving sings for each successive day that brings the royal gift of common things to gladden me the song of birds the river fleet the to est s shade the valley sweet the flowers springing at my feet are all for me the silver on the drop of dew the sunset s gold the ether s blue the prism of the rainbow s hue belong to me the mountain s strength the ocean a might the earth the air the glowing light the busy day the restful night were made for me some helping hand some blessing free some tender throb of sympathy some prayer though it unuttered be exists for me so let my heart its meed of praise in sweet acclaim a song upraise at he who gives the best always thus blesses me alche bloor |