Thanksgiving

“Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief!" 
     Thus in its anguish cried my soul to Thee 
And Thou didst hear and heal its bitter grief, 
     And from its weary bondage set it free.

At thy command the shadows rolled away, 
     The fetters crumbled that had held me long;
Kindled the dawn-light into perfect day,
     And changed the voice of weeping into song.

Thy love was equal to my sorest need,
     When I was naked, hungry, sick, and blind;
Clothed, fed, healed, seeing, now I know indeed 
     Thou art a Saviour pitiful and kind.

To Thee who heard the cry of my despair,
     My hope shall cling through all life's devious ways;
Thou who in mercy answeredst my prayer, 
     Deign to accept my hymns of grateful praise.