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FOR THANKSGIVING.
1825.
Tune, Melton Mowbray.
Father of earth and heaven,
Whose arm upholds creation,
To thee we raise the voice of praise,
And bend in adoration.
We praise the Power that made us;
We praise the Love that blesses;
While every day that rolls away
Thy gracious care confesses.
Whose arm upholds creation,
To thee we raise the voice of praise,
And bend in adoration.
We praise the Power that made us;
We praise the Love that blesses;
While every day that rolls away
Thy gracious care confesses.
Life is from thee, blest Father;
From thee our breathing spirits;
And thou dost give to all that live
The bliss that each inherits.
Day, night, and rolling seasons,
And all that live embraces,
With bliss are crowned, with joy abound,
And claim our thankful praises.
From thee our breathing spirits;
And thou dost give to all that live
The bliss that each inherits.
Day, night, and rolling seasons,
And all that live embraces,
With bliss are crowned, with joy abound,
And claim our thankful praises.
Though trial and affliction
May cast their dark shade o'er us,
Thy love doth throw a heavenly glow
Of light on all before us.
That Love has smiled from heaven
To cheer our path of sadness,
And lead the way, through earth's dull day,
To realms of endless gladness.
May cast their dark shade o'er us,
Thy love doth throw a heavenly glow
Of light on all before us.
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To cheer our path of sadness,
And lead the way, through earth's dull day,
To realms of endless gladness.
That light of love and glory
Has shone through Christ the Savior,
The holy Guide who lived and died
That we might live forever.
And since thy great compassion
Thus brings thy children near thee,
May we to praise devote our days,
And love as well as fear thee.
Has shone through Christ the Savior,
The holy Guide who lived and died
That we might live forever.
And since thy great compassion
Thus brings thy children near thee,
May we to praise devote our days,
And love as well as fear thee.
And when death's final summons
From earth's dear scenes shall move us,—
From friends, from foes, from joys, from woes,
From all that know and love us,—
O, then, let hope attend us;
Thy peace to us be given;
That we may rise above the skies,
And sing thy praise in heaven.
From earth's dear scenes shall move us,—
From friends, from foes, from joys, from woes,
From all that know and love us,—
O, then, let hope attend us;
Thy peace to us be given;
That we may rise above the skies,
And sing thy praise in heaven.
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