For the cheery morning sunlight
   Falling on the sacred Word,
For the quietness from Heaven,
   As my Shepherd's voice is heard;
For the grace that brought redemption
   To this needy heart of mine;
O my soul, give thanks this morning,
   Thanks to Him, my Lord, divine.

For green pastures where He leadeth,
   For still waters by the way;
For His rod and staff to comfort,
   For His peace when skies are grey;
For His promise ne'er to leave me,
   Never, never to forsake,
For a work to do for Jesus,
   Tnanks to Him, my soul, awake.

For the splendor of the sunrise,
   For the dew upon the rose,
For the laughter of the children,
   For the gentle breeze that blows;
For the grandeur of the mountain,
   For the bubbling brook nearby;
For the song of bird at twilight,
   Thanks to Him, my Lord on high.

For His presence in the shadows,
   When at times the way grows dim;
For the priv'lege of the ransomed
To draw near, draw near to Him;
   For His table set before me,
For the cup which runneth o'er;
   For my Home prepared in Heaven,
Thanks to Him, forevermore.

         -  Mable R. Miller 
         October, 1987 "The Gospel Standard"