I thank Thee, Lord, for blessings, big and small; For spring’s warm glow and songbird’s welcome call; For autumn’s hue and winter’s white snow shawl.

I thank Thee for the harvest rich with grain; For tall trees and the quiet shadowed lane; For rushing stream, for birds that love to fly; My country’s land, the mountains and the plain.

I thank Thee for each sunset in the sky, For sleepy nights, the bed in which I lie; A life of truth and peace; a woman’s hand, Her hand in mine unit the day I die.

I thank Thee, Lord, for all these things above; But most of all I thank Thee for Thy love.

Ralph Gaither (written while a POW in North Vietnam)