| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Hymns.
VII. “Oh, give thanks to Him who made” | | By 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, | 5 |
| Guard of our unconscious hours. | |
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| Oh, give thanks to Nature’s King, | |
| Who made every breathing thing: | |
| His, our warm and sentient frame, | |
| His, the mind’s immortal flame: | 10 |
| Oh, how close the ties that bind | |
| Spirits to the Eternal Mind! | |
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| Oh, give thanks with heart and lip, | |
| For we are His workmanship; | |
| And all creatures are His care: | 15 |
| Not a bird that cleaves the air | |
| Falls unnoticed; but who can | |
| Speak the Father’s love to man! | |
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| Oh, give thanks to Him who came | |
| In a mortal, suffering frame,— | 20 |
| Temple of the Deity,— | |
| Came, for rebel man to die; | |
| In the path Himself hath trod, | |
| Leading back His saints to God. | | | | |
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