Oh, Give Thanks to Him Who Made

Oh, 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.

Oh, give thanks to Nature's King,
Who made every breathing thing:
His, our warm and sentient frame.
His, the mind's immortal flame:
Oh, how close the ties that bind

Spirits to the Eternal Mind!

Oh, 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!

Oh, 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.