THIS DAY

This day, Lord, is Thy gift of grace,

Wherein I may discern Thy lace!

The sunbeams quivering on a tree

Reveal Thy constant care for me;

This glad, green earth, the blue above,

May tell the wonders of Thy love.

But oh, dear Lord, lest blind my eyes

Should grow to Thy wide lifting skies,

To all Thy gifts of earth and sea,

Lord, keep Thy loving hand On me;

Lest as journey On my way

I miss the glories of each day! R.S.C.