O God, I thank Thee for each sight
Of beau­ty that Thy hand doth give;
For sun­ny skies and air and light;
O God, I thank Thee that I live.

That life I con­se­crate to Thee,
And ev­er as the day is born,
On wings of joy my soul would flee,
And thank Thee for ano­ther morn.

Another day to which to cast
Some si­lent deed of love abroad,
That, great­en­ing as it jour­neys past,
May do some ear­nest work for God.

Another day to do, to dare,
To use anew my grow­ing strength,
To arm my soul with faith and pray­er,
And so reach Heav’n and Thee at last.