The Sacrifice of Praise
Impossible it seems,
Amidst my shattered dreams,
To break the power of discontent
To which my selfish soul is bent.
And yet I make the choice
In all things to rejoice;
To offer thanks in everything
And teach my weary heart to sing.
It is my Lord’s command,
And by His strength I stand,
So, even in my darkest days,
I make the sacrifice of praise.
If I will but obey
And cast my doubts away,
He always will the faith impart
To praise Him wholly from the heart.
A sacrifice it is
To bend my will to His,
But, oh, the peace and joy it pays
To make the sacrifice of praise!