For the days when nothing happens,
For the cares that leave no trace,
For the love of little childen,
For each sunny dwelling-place,
For the altars of our fathers,
And the closets where we pray,
Take, O gracious God and Father,
Praises this Thanksgiving Day.
For our harvests safe ingathered,
For our golden store of wheat.
For the bowers and the vinelands,
For the flowers up-springing sweet,
For our coasts from want protected,
For each inlet, river, bay.
By the bounty full and flowing,
Take our praise this joyful day.
For the hours when Heaven is nearest
And the earth-mood does not cling,
For the very gloom oft broken
By our looking for the King,
By our thought that he is coming,
For our courage on the way,
Take, O Friend, unseen, eternal,
Praises this Thanksgiving Day.
Margaret E. Sangster
October, 1993 "The Gospel Standard"
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