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.