Thank Thee, O Giver of Life, O God! For the force that flames in the winter sod; For the breath of my nostrils, fiercely good, The sweet of water, the taste of food, The sun that silvers the pantry floor, The step of a neighbor at my door; For dusk that fondles the window pane, For the beautiful sound of falling rain. Thank Thee for love and light and air, For children’s faces, keenly fair, For the wonderful joy of perfect rest When the sun’s wick lowers within the West; For huddling hills in gowns of snow Warming themselves in the afterglow; For Thy mighty wings that are never furled, Bearing onward the rushing world. Thank Thee, O Giver of Life, O God! For Thy glory leaping the lightning rod; For Thy terrible spaces of love and fire Where sparks from the forge of Thy desire Storm through the void in floods of suns, Far as the heat of Thy Presence runs And where hurricanes of chanting spheres Swing to the pulse of the flying years. Thank Thee for human toil...