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)
O
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.
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!
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!
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.