The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-11-24
A Lay mans Tn Thanksgiving.
BY MEMO"

a Lay mans Tn thanksgiving.
BY MEMO"
| Copyrighted by Dave 4 Tabor.l
We thank Thee. who art Power I'M
measured, that though persisted and for
gotten generations have sought to know
Thee as Thou art, yet both Thy form
and Thy dwelling place remain as ever
unknown and undescribed. Thus CRATE
fully do we see that each generation,
clamoring for life and feeling after light
ia prompted anew to reverential seeking,
because Thou art still hidden among
countless things that proclaim Thy
handiwork and hint at Thy mighty
power. And we thank Thee that the Sc
cret of the Almighty is least known by
the forward who seek Thee flppantlv.
not being impelled by their souls hum
ger.
But Thou who fillest endless space.
And art by highest hosts adored.
Leave us some light. Thyself to trace
Lest we should lose Thee. Lord.
Creator OF all things, and Permitter of
evil, we thank Thee for the world as it
is, with its wrongs that need righting
and its pangs that cry out for soothing.
We thank Thee that things are not as
they ought to be, for therein do we find
justification for our existence and stimu-
lus to effort. Created to be doors OF
deeds. we thank Thee that there is need
OF deeds, and that we are still called to
be co-workers with all who have in all
ages combatted evil, and worked,
blindly sometimes. to give Truths light
to the world.
But Thou who seest every sin,
And sheathest still th'avenging sword:
Let not the wicked always win,
Lest good grow weary, Lord.
Thou fryer OF men, from the depths OF
hearts distressed, we thank Thee for
sorrows. Though smitten and disap.
pointed in hopes that seem purest, we
yet can raise quavering note OF praise
to Thee, who seest the precious metal
within where no human eye can trace it,
and who increasest Affections that no
dross may remain. In suffering we
progress, and in feeling sorrow we learn
sympathy. We thank Thee that we are
deemed worthy OF kinship with Thy
greatest ones, molders of thought and
saviors OF nations, who have ever been
led upward to usefulness through great
tribulation.
But Thou who serdest pain and care
And dost each trusting sigh record.
Give us not more than we can:bear,
Lest our faith falter. Lord.
Thou Giver OF will, thou Fashioner OF
individuality, we thank Thee for stand
ards of morals, varying With nat ms
yet existent everywhere as a boundless
gulf between ourselves and the brutes.
We thank Thee for the double nature
within us, warning increasingly the
lower against the higher. We thank
Thee that our lower natures are strong
and insistent, causing us ever to be
watchful warriors within the citadels of
our own hearts, and aboye all we thank
Thee for every soul that learns the eecret
OF victory over self and thus gains power
to help the weaker fight his weary battle.
But Thou who seest right and wrong.
Like day and night in clear discord,
Hold not the twilight over long,
Lest we mistake them. Lord.
Thou Unimaginable One, whose breath
is the life OF our nostrils, since we can
dream OF nothing higher we call Thee.
LOVE. For human love and love Divine,
we thank Thee. Borne by the soft moy-
ings OF the wings OF affection we rise fur
Their and further from the discord and
selfishness OF the dark places OF the earth.
into the calm OF the heayens, where
peace reigneth and the view is broad
like Thine. For the heav en-on-earth
that love can bring. and for the glorified
earth in heaven which our love-enlight-
ened fancies picture, we thank thee, GIyer
OF sex.
But Thou whose highest name is Love"
Who givest IL as our reward,
Let 1t come ever from above,
Lest IL degrade us, Lord
Thou Judge OF peoples, whose vast
hand is but lightly burdened with our
teeming millions, we thank Thee for our
nation, restless, impulsive, hopeful. For
it's faith in itself as set apart and des.
tined for great testings in self-goy-
eminent; for it's development, remote
from threatening neighbors, so that
backward steps can be blamed only upon
ourselves; for the national spirit firmly
holding to the belief that beneath the
tossing waves on the surface OF our fed
Grated life, there still moves forward a
mighty, unruffled current sweeping to-
ward ultimate national glory and right