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“IT IS HE THAT HATH MADE US.”
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“IT IS HE THAT HATH MADE US.”
Psalm c. 3.
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.
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!
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!
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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?
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.
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.
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