O Thou Whose Bounty Fills My Cup

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 the wing of love

Which stirred my world­ly nest;

And for the stor­my clouds which drove

The flut­ter­er 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.