THANKSGIVING
HYMN.
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Almighty
Father! at Thy Throne
A grateful people kneel.
Father of Mercies, Thou alone
Canst compass what we feel.
We thank Thee for the pleasant land
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In
which our lots are cast;
The guidance of Thy eydant hand
Through all its perils past.
We thank Thee for the forms that guard
The liberties we prize,
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For
every cherish’d old Church-yard,
Where rest the good and
wise. [Page 64]
We thank Thee for the Altars free,
The Courts without a stain—
The glowing page of History,
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The
Bard’s heroic strain;
The Martyr’s death—the Prophet’s
fire,
The Christian soldier’s
sword;
But chiefly let our hearts aspire
To thank Thee for thy Word:
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And for the hallow’d life and death
Of Him to guide us given:
The hopes that hang upon His breath,
The promised rest in Heaven.
For lesser mercies teach us too
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The
grateful song to raise:
Let all we think, and say, and do,
Be moulded to Thy praise.
We thank Thee for the daily bread,
That human life sustains;
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For
flocks and herds profusely spread
O’er all our hills
and plains.
We thank Thee for the wealth we bring
Up from the pregnant mine,
For ages stored—each precious thing
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Is
ours, and yet is Thine. [Page 65]
We thank Thee for the mighty deep,
To which our sons go down;
For tranquil bays that calmly sleep
Beyond the tempest’s
frown.
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We thank Thee for the stars above,
The flow’ry soil we
tread,
For friendship’s grasp—the smile of
love,
The song bird over head.
In prayer and praise our souls ascend
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To
Thy Almighty Throne;
Father of Mercies—guide and friend,
Our humble tribute own.
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Dec.8. 1868. [Page 66] |
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