O God! To Thee Our Hearts Would Pay

O God! to Thee our hearts would pay

Their gra­ti­tude sin­cere

Whose love hath kept us

night and day

Throughout an­oth­er year.

Of ev­ery breath

and ev­ery pow­er

Thou wast the gra­cious source;

From Thee came ev­ery hap­py hour

Which smiled along its course.

And if some­times across our path

A cloud its sha­dows threw

Thou didst not waft it there in wrath

But lov­ing-kind­ness true.

For joy and grief alike we pay

Our thanks to Thee ab­ove;

And on­ly pray to grow each day

More wor­thy of Thy love.