A Song of Thanksgiving

By Grace Ingles Frost

For the height and the depth and the breadth of Thy love,
I thank Thee, O Father, my Father; above
Every thought is this one dear to me,
That I am protected, am cared for by Thee.

For the knowledge supreme that Thou art, do I give
My thanks unto Thee. Ah! how should I live
Deprived of this boon Thou hast vouchsafed to me?
I could not, my being depends upon Thee.

For that wondrous blessing, the gift of true friends,
My voice with the cadence of gratitude blends
To Thy name, Thou who giveth and taketh away,
The comforting strength of my spirit each day.

For the gold of the sun, for the grey of the rain,
For the gladness of joy, for the anguish of pain,
For all that Thy love shall e’er give unto me,
Thanks, thanks be, my Father, dear Father, to Thee!

(1911)