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 both wings of love
which stirred my worldly nest;
And for the stormy clouds which drove
me, trembling, 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.
–Jane Crewdson (1860)