November 2002

HYMNS OF THANKSGIVING

Jehovah, the Lord, our Savior and King,
Glad praises to Thee we ever shall sing;
We come to Thine altar, the place of retreat,
Where we shall find peace at Thine own Mercyseat.

Thanksgivings we bring in our songs to Thee,
For bounties of earth, for fruit of the tree;
For glorious fountains of water so pure,
For temples of worship all time to endure.

Abundant the yield of ripe fruited grain,
From forest and field, from valley and plain;
The verdant green pastures, so useful to man
Are tokens of blessings in Thy wondrous plan.

O Jesus, our Lord, Thou Ruler of all,
Thou art ever true, whatever the call;
Be Thou our defender in all time of stress,
And help us live daily in true thankfulness.

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Come, ye thankful people, come!
Raise the song of harvest home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin!
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come!
Raise the song of harvest home!

We, ourselves, are God’s own field;
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest! Grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be!

For the Lord our God shall come
And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall purge away
All that doth offend that day;
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore!