There are bird-songs still in the crimsoned trees, 
   And a baby's laughing call 
Tunes in with the cricket's merry chirp 
   From a niche of the cottage wall. 
And so the joyous chorus rings 
   The whole glad world around --- 
Let us rejoice we have ears to hear 
   God's voice in every sound. 

There is everything tho be thankful for 
   In the days that brim life's cup; 
Let us pause a bit, now we think of it, 
   And count our blessings up. 
There's a smile on the face of a mother dear, 
   A handclasp warm and strong 
From the one who knows our need of cheer 
  As we journey the road along. 

There are many things to be grateful for, 
   However swings the tide --- 
A thousand blessings to every ill 
   We can name on the other side. 
And when we have learned the lessons well, 
   To vision the good and true, 
We shall know, indeed, that the thankful heart 
   Comes always smiling through.