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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Hymns. VII. “Oh, give thanks to Him who made”

Josiah Conder (1789–1855)

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.