1As saints of old their first fruits broughtOf orchard, flock, and fieldTo God the giver all good,The source of bounteous yield;So we today first fruits would bring:The wealth of this good land,Of farm and market, shop and home,Of mind, and heart, and hand. 2A world in need now summons usTo labor, love, and give;To make […]
1Come, ye thankful people, come,Raise the song of harvest home;All is safely gathered in,Ere the winter storms begin.God our Maker doth provideFor our wants to be supplied;Come to God’s own temple, come;Raise the song of harvest home! 2We ourselves are God’s own field,Fruit unto His praise to yield;Wheat and tares together sown,Unto joy or sorrow
1For the fruits of His creation, thanks be to God;For the gifts to every nation, thanks be to God;For the plowing, sowing, reaping,Silent growth while men are sleeping,Future needs in earth’s safe keeping, thanks be to God! 2In the just reward of labor, God’s will is done;In the hop we give our neighbor, God’s will
1Now thank we all our Godwith heart and hands and voices,who wondrous things hath done,in whom His world rejoices;Who, from our mothers’ armshath blessed us on our waywith countless gifts of love,and still is ours today. 2O may this bounteous Godthrough all our life be near us,with ever joyful heartsand blessed peace to cheer us;and
1Let all things now living a song of thanksgivingTo God the Creator triumphantly raise,Who fashioned and made us, protected and stayed us,Who guideth us on to the end of our days.His banners are o’er us,His light goes before us,A pillar of fire shining forth in the night,‘Til shadows have vanished and darkness is banished,as forward
1We plow the fields, and scatter the good seed on the land,But it is fed and watered by God’s almighty hand.He sends the snow in winter, the warmth to swell the grain,The breezes and the sunshine, and soft refreshing rain. RefrainAll good gifts around usAre sent from heaven above;Then thank the Lord, O thank the
1Come, sing a song of harvest, Of thanks for daily food!To offer God the first-fruits is old as gratitude. 2Long, long ago, the reapers, before they kept the feast,Put first-fruits in a basket, and took it to the priest. 3Shall we, sometimes forgetful oh where creation starts,With science in our pockets lose wonder from our
1Praise and thanksgiving let everyone bringUnto our Father for every good thing.All together joyfully sing! Category CHRISTIAN LIFE Subcategory Thankfulness
1For sunrise hope and sunset calm, and all that lies between,For all the sweetness and the balm that is and that has been,For comradeship for peace in strife, and light on darkened days;For work to do and strength for life we sing our hymn of praise. 2But O, we press far, far above these gifts
1For the beauty of the earth,for the glory of the skies,for the love which from our birthover and around us lies;Lord of all, to Thee we raisethis our grateful song of praise. 2For the joy of human love,brother, sister, parent, child,friends on earth and friends above,Pleasures pure and undefiled,Lord of all, to Thee we raisethis
