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! O astounding love that thus He should give Himself for us!
Josiah Conder, 1789-1855