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.