From The Detroit Times, November 27, 1912. By Margaret Florence McAuley. We thank Thee, God, for every gift Thou hast bestowed on man Through all the years, in every clime Since this strange world began. We thank thee for the prosperous year Now nearly at an end For all the comfort, peace, and joy Which Thou did’st freely send. We thank Thee, too, for each good deed Each helpful kind reform Which served to guide poor, struggling men To shelter ‘mid earth’s storm. We thank Thee that no earthly woe Can harm eternally But that the very pain we dread Binds us more close to Thee. Behind the cloud is light, behind The sorrow there is joy And all the foolish wrongs of earth Thy right hand can destroy. Thou Who hast guided in the past Wilt lead us to the end Power is Thine eternally To take, withhold, or send. And so our heart must still rejoice Since Thou art at the helm Guiding and lifting all mankind Up to a happier realm.