Over the river and thru the woods,
to Grandmother's house we go!!!
Let us
remember the true meaning of Thanksgiving ...
Let us acknowledge the many blessings which are ours...
Let us think of our families and friends..
And let us give thanks in our hearts and prayers to God.
Though
miles may separate us,
we are all bound by our thankfulness
for
family and friends.
Real
abundance is found when
we join hands with those we love.
We give
thanks for friends and family,
for life's good things, both large and small.
On
this special day we give thanks
for the bounty of goodness in our lives.
Give
thanks to God for the kindly fruits of the earth.
Peace and plenty to you this Thanksgiving.
May
your Thanksgiving be abundant with
the gifts of love and friendship.
THANKSGIVING PRAYER
Thank you for the world so sweet,
Thank you for the food we eat,
Thank you for the birds that sing,
Thank you, God, for everything.
E.
Rutter Leatham~
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Come, Ye
Thankful People Come
Sir George J. Elvey (1816-1893),
organist at St. George's Chapel,
Windsor Castle for
nearly fifty years,
wrote the music to this
well-loved Thanksgiving hymn about 1844.
The lyrics are by Henry Alford (1810-1871).
Come ye thankful people come,
Raise the song of harvest home!
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.
All the world is 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 the 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 in that day
All offenses purge away,
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.
Even so, Lord, quickly come,
Bring thy final harvest home;
Gather thou thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
in thy presence to abide;
Come, with all thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING !!
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