The Blessings that Remain
Annie Johnson Flint V. Raymond Edman, But God!, (Zondervan Publ. House, Grand Rapids; 1962), pp. 20-21
There are loved ones who are missing Thanksgiving, oh, thanksgiving For the faith that keeps us patient For the love that still is left us, For the simple joys of living,From the fireside and the feast;
There are faces that have vanished,
There are voices that have ceased;
But we know they passed forever
From our mortal grief and pain,
And we thank Thee, O our Father,
For the blessings that remain.
That their love once blessed us here,
That so long they walked beside us
Sharing every smile and tear;
For the joy the past has brought us
But can never take away.
For the sweet and gracious memories
Growing dearer every day,
Looking at the things unseen,
Knowing Spring shall follow Winter
And the earth again be green,
For the hope of that glad meeting
Far from mortal grief and pain&md;
We thank Thee, O our Father&md;
For the blessings that remain.
For the friends who hold us dear,
For the lives that yet may need us
For their guidance and their cheer,
For the work that waits our doing,
For the help we can bestow,
For the care that watches o'er us
Wheresoe'er our steps may go,
For the sunshine and the breeze,
For the beauty of the flowers
And the laden orchard trees,
For the night and for the starlight,
For the rainbow and the rain&md;
Thanksgiving, O our Father,
