I Bless Thee, Father, for the Grace

I bless Thee

Fa­ther

for the grace

Thou me this day hast giv­en

Strengthening my soul to seek Thy face

And list the theme of Heav­en.

I bless Thee that each work­day care

Thy love has lulled to rest

And ev­ery thought whose wing is pray­er

Thine an­swering word hath blessed.

O ’tis as some re­viv­ing dew

Were o’er each sor­row steal­ing

Folding in Heav­en’s az­ure hue

Each dark and wea­ry feel­ing.

Come

then if

God

’tis Thy de­cree

My work­day thoughts feel care

The day of rest is still for me

Thy pre­sence then to share.