(PART II) - MISCELLANY
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

OUR NATIONAL THANKSGIVING HYMN
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OUR NATIONAL THANKSGIVING HYMN




God of the rolling year!
     raise
A nation's holiest hymn in grateful
     praise!
Plenty and peace abound at Thy behest,
Yet wherefore this Thy love?  Thou knowest
     best!

Thou who, impartial, blessings spreadst
     abroad,
Thou wisdom, Love, and Truth, - divinely
     God!
Who giveth joy and tears, conflict and rest,
Teaching us thus of Thee, who knowest best!

Ruler Supreme! to Thee we'll meekly bow,
When we have learned of Truth what Thou
     doest now - 
Why from this festive hour some dear lost
     guest
Bears hence its sunlit glow - Thou knowest
     best!

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How have our honored dead fought on in
     gloom!
Peace her white wings will spread over their
     tomb;
Why waited their reward, triumph and rest,
Till molds the hero form?  Thou knowest
     best!

Shades of our heroes! the Union now is one,
The star whose destiny none may outrun;
Tears of the bleeding slave poured on her
     breast,
When to be wiped away, Thou knowest best!

Thou who in the Christ hallowed its grief, - 
O meekest of mourners, while yet the chief, - 
Give to the pleading hearts comfort and rest,
In that benediction which knoweth best!

Lynn, Mass., December 7, 1865.


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