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.