We Praise Thee, Lord, for Hours of Bliss

We praise Thee

Lord for hours of bliss

For days of qui­et rest;

But O how sel­dom do we feel

That pain and tears are best!

We praise Thee for the shin­ing sun

For kind and glad­some ways:

When shall we learn

O Lord

to sing

Through wea­ry nights and days!

Teach Thou our weak and wan­der­ing hearts

Aright to read Thy way;

That Thou with lov­ing hand dost trace

Our path from day to day.

Then sor­row’s face shall be un­veiled

And we at last shall see

Her eyes are eyes of ten­der­ness;

Her speech but ech­oes Thee!

Then ev­ery thor­ny crown of care

Worn well in pa­tience now

Shall prove a glo­ri­ous dia­dem

Upon the faith­ful brow.