O Give Thanks to Him Who Made

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 to Him who came

In a mor­tal

suf­fer­ing frame—

Temple of the Dei­ty—

Came for re­bel man to die;

In the path Him­self hath trod

Leading back His saints to God.