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 natureís King,
Who made every breathing thing;
His, our warm and sentient
His, the mindís immortal flame.
O how close the ties that bind
Spirits to the Eternal Mind!
O give thanks with heart and
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 Fatherís love to man?
O give thanks to Him Who came
In a mortal, suffering frameó
Temple of the Deityó
Came for rebel man to die;
In the path Himself hath trod
Leading back His saints to God.