A Thanksgiving Hymn

Verse 1

Almighty Sovereign of the skies, To thee let songs of gladness rise, Each grateful heart its tribute bring, And every voice thy goodness sing.

Verse 2

'Twas thou that built this spacious earth, Thou gav'st to every creature birth, E'en man was fashioned by thy hand, And angels glowed at thy command.

Verse 3

From thee our choicest blessings flow, Life, health, and strength, thy hands bestow, The daily good thy creatures share, Springs from thy providential care.

Verse 4

The rich profusion nature yields, The harvests waving o'er the fields, The cheering light, refreshing shower, Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.

Verse 5

At thy command the vernal bloom, Revives the world from winter's gloom, The summer's heat the fruit matures, And autumn all her treasures pours.

Verse 6

From thee proceed domestic ties, Connubial bliss, paternal joy; On thy support the nations stand, Obedient to thy high command.

Verse 7

But how shall frail imperfect man, Whose being reaches but a span, Attempt in earth-born strains to prove, The wonders of Redeeming love!

Verse 8

Let every power of heart and tongue, Unite to swell the grateful song, While age and youth in chorus join, And praise the majesty divine.