The Half I Cannot Tell

 

My heart is overflowing

With gratitude and praise,

To him whose loving kindness

Has followed all my days;

To him who gently leads me

By cool and quiet rills,

And with their balm of comfort

My thirsty spirit fills.

 

I feign would tell the story,

And yet I know full well

The half was never, never told --

The half I cannot tell.

 

Within the vale of blessing,

I walk beneath the light

Reflected from His glory,

That shines forever bright.

I feel His constant presence

Wherever I mat be;

How manifold His goodness,

How rich His grace to me!

 

My heart is overflowing

With love and joy and song,

As if it heard an echo

From yonder ransomed throng;

its every chord is vocal

With music's sweet lay;

And to its home of sunshine

It longs to fly away.

 

~ Fanny Crosby