Shall we call to remembrance the days of our life
And not give Him praise for His care?
Shall we think of the heat and the dark of the way
But forget that the pillar was there?
Shall we speak of the thirst we endured in the heat,
Or the waters that flowed from the rock?
Of the leeks and the garlic which we left behind,
Or should we of the sweet manna talk?
Shall we think of the length of the path He marked out,
And not of the shoes that He gave?
How our feet did not swell, and our clothes waxed not old;
What a wonderful Father we have!
When serpents were sent to chasten us sore
For murmuring over our food,
Yet healing was found in a look at the cross,
And thus all things worked for our good.
His presence before us, His presence behind us,
The Ark in our midst day by day;
How shall we not thank Him and praise Him and bless Him
For every last step of the way