O, give thanks to Him who made
Morning light and evening shade;
Source and Giver of all good,
Nightly sleep and daily food:
Quickener of our wearied powers,
Guard of our unconscious hours!
O, give thanks to nature’s King,
Who made every breathing thing;
His our warm and sentient frame;
His the mind’s immortal flame;
O, how close the ties that bind
Spirits to the Eternal Mind!
O give thanks with heart and lip,
For we are His workmanship,
And all creatures are His care;
Not a bird that cleaves the air
Falls unnoticed;—but who can
Speak the Father’s love to man!
O give thanks for him who came,
In a mortal, suffering frame,
Temple of the Deity;—
Came to bear our souls on high;
In the path himself hath trod,
Leading back his saints to God.