OUR BLESSINGS

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXII, 26 November 1938, Page 7

OUR BLESSINGS

I can’t remember any day WhenXJod’s good daylight didn’t stay; I canT remember any spring When feathered songsters didn’t sing; I can’t remember clouds and rain That didn’t bring the sun again, Nor any drought, in years gone past. That was not chased by rain at last. I can’t remember griefs and cares Which every - pilgrim bears, That did not end in smiles at last, When those same cares and griefs had passed. The storm-tossed bird, with draggled wing, Can once more preen himself and sing; The robin, when cold winter comes, Has lots of friends who give him crumbs. The blind man still a friend can meet To lead him safely o’er the street; The blackest cloud that hides the sky Must let the sun through, by and by; The sailor, on the lonely main. Comes safely home to port again. Because we know that God is good, So shall we never lack for food. When in great trouble we have been, Our gracious God our plight has seen, So cares and worries were not meant To fill our hearts with discontent. We have more pleasures, far, than pains; Losses are fewer than our gains. To all who keep those truths in mind a loving Providence is kind. —George Johnstone.