A Thanksgiving Hymn

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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!

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.

The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799