Wednesday, November 23, 2011

A Thanksgiving Hymn...

What better way to celebrate Thanksgiving than to remember the words of this old hymn! 

Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ.

For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the joy which harvests bring,
Grateful praises now we sing.

Clouds that drop refreshing dews;
Suns that genial heat diffuse;
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain.

All that spring with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours
From her overflowing stores.

These, great God to Thee we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

As long as I can remember, this hymn has been sung  a cappella, and from memory at every family gathering on my Dad's side of the family.  This was my Grandpa's favorite song, and I can still picture him the last few times we were together, sitting in his chair, with a smile on his face as we all sang!

Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving!


  1. What a great hymn and a great memory. I hope you have a blessed Thanksgiving!

  2. A beautiful hymn and a beautiful memory. B

  3. We just sang this hymn at church a couple weeks ago. It is a beautiful song! Happy Thanksgiving!

  4. Thank you for bringing these words to mind and inspiring me to post this photo on my flickr site. My father, Raymond Stoner grew up on farms in the Quarryville area and my uncle, John Stoner, and now my cousin Jack, have a welding shop in the Buck. probably know this farm:

  5. More blessings of the field, inspired by your post:

  6. I think that would just be awesome to sing and to listen too. Oh what a wonderful tradition. Have a wonderful thanksgiving. Blessings to you.


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