  Be grateful, oh my soul, while blessings I recount, Although I may not hope to tell the full amount; Encompassed oftentimes by pain, and fear, and doubt, Whence, daily, comes the strength, I could not do without? Be grateful, oh my soul, give thanks and be at peace, The night of grief shall pass, the din of strife shall cease. As there is not one heart its secret thoughts can hide, So I am not alone whatever may betide. Be grateful, oh my soul, for gratitude is sweet, One sympathizing friend can make my joy complete. For gifts of life and love shall I not offer praise? Knowing every week has seven thanksgiving days. |
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