1 In our day of thanksgiving one psalm let us offer
for the saints who before us have found their reward;
when the shadow of death fell upon them, we sorrowed,
but now we rejoice that they rest in the Lord.
2 In the morning of life, and at noon, and at even,
he called them away from our worship below;
but love, in the Wod, at the font, and on the altar
had girt them with grace for the way they should go.
3 These stones that have echoed their praises are holy,
and dear is the ground where their feet have once trod;
yet here they confessed they were strangers and pilgrims,
and still they were seeking the city of God.
4 Sing praise, then, for all who here sought and here found him,
whose journey is ended, whose perils are past;
they believed in the light; and its glory is round them
where the clouds of earth’s sorrows are lifted at last.
|First Line:||In our day of thanksgiving one psalm let us offer|
|Title:||In Our Day of Thanksgiving|
|Author:||W. H. Draper (1916)|
|Topic:||Church: Militant; City of God; Cloud of Witnesses|
|Source:||"In Remembrance of Past Worshipers"|
|Source:||Netherlands melody in A Valerius's Collection (1626)|