Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thanksgiving. Show all posts

08 November 2025

Thanksgiving

The words are taken from a poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer, an African American woman who was born immediately after the Civil War and died in 1936 at the age of 68 years old. She lived through some tumultuous times and her poetry often refelcted that. This poem is one of Thanksgiving. I contemplated picking and choosing verses to include in my hymn, but never felt it was right to censure verses, so I include all 6 verses here.


Let us give thanks to God above,
Thanks for expressions of His love,
Seen in the book of nature, grand
Taught by His love on every hand.

Let us be thankful in our hearts,
Thankful for all the truth imparts,
For the religion of our Lord,
All that is taught us in His word.

Let us be thankful for a land,
That will for such religion stand;
One that protects it by the law,
One that before it stands in awe.

Thankful for all things let us be,
Though there be woes and misery;
Lessons they bring us for our good-
Later 'twill all be understood.

Thankful for peace o'er land and sea,
Thankful for signs of liberty,
Thankful for homes, for life and health,
Pleasure and plenty, fame and wealth.

Thankful for friends and loved ones, too,
Thankful for all things, good and true,
Thankful for harvest in the fall,
Thankful to Him who gave it all.


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29 November 2014

Thanksgiving

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These words came to me in a bout of insomnia on Thanksgiving eve. I think they speak of Thanksgiving and everything that we have and to whom we oew our thanks. The music came to me last night and I think pairs well with the words. I hope you enjoy it.

The mountains high, the valleys low.
The sky so blue, the streams that flow.
The flow'rs that bloom and cooing dove.
Are evidence of thy great love.

The air we breathe, the heart that beats.
The tiny child and elderly,
Are giv'n for us through thy great plan,
To walk this earth as mortal man.

The food we eat. the harvest stored,
Reminds us of thy goodness, Lord
With fam'ly 'round, our heads are bowed,
To thank thee for all blessings found.

With Thanksgiving, we recognize,
Thy hand in all thy children's lives.
For everything which thou didst make,
We now enjoy and doth partake.

For Unto Us