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The breaking waves dashed high

Author: Felicia D. B. Hemans, 1766-1845 Hymnal: The Hymnal #512 (1956) Topics: Special Subjects and Occasions Thanksgiving Day Scripture: Revelation 14:7 Tune Title: PURITAN

We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing

Author: Theodore Baker; Anonymous Hymnal: The Hymnal #513 (1956) Topics: Special Subjects and Occasions Thanksgiving Day Scripture: Matthew 18:20 Tune Title: KREMSER

We plow the fields and scatter

Author: Jane M. Campbell, 1817-1878; Matthias Claudius, 1740-1815 Hymnal: The Hymnal #514 (1956) Topics: Special Subjects and Occasions Thanksgiving Day Scripture: Psalm 147:12-19 Tune Title: BERTHOLD

Great God of nations, now to thee

Author: Alfred A. Woodhull, 1810-1836 Hymnal: The Hymnal #515 (1956) Topics: Special Subjects and Occasions Thanksgiving Day Scripture: Acts 17:26-27 Tune Title: MENDON

Had God not come, may Israel say

Author: M. Luther Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #527 (1913) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 Topics: Various Occasions Thanksgiving Day Lyrics: 1 Had God not come, may Israel say, Had God not come to aid us, Our enemies on that sad day Would surely have dismayed us; A remnant now, and handful small, Held in contempt and scorn by all, Who cruelly would oppress us. 2 Their furious wrath, did God permit, Would quickly have consumed us, And in the deep and yawning pit With life and limb entombed us; Like men o'er whom dark waters roll, The streams had gone e'en o'er our soul, And mightily o'erwhelmed us. 3 Thanks be to God, who from the pit Snatched us, when it was gaping: Our souls, like birds that break the net, To the blue sky escaping; The snare is broken--we are free! The Lord our Helper praiséd be, The God of earth and heaven. Tune Title: [Had God not come, may Israel say]

Lover Gud, I Kristne fromme

Author: Grundtvig Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #554 (1919) Topics: Thanksgiving Day Lyrics: 1 Lover Gud, I Kristne fromme, Gjæster ved hans Naadebord! Lad med Sang os ihukomme Herrens Gjerninger paa Jord. Alterbordets klare Guld Var som sunket under Muld, Men, trods Keiser, Ban og Pave, Herre lod sit Guld opgrave. 2 Herrens Bog var lagt paa Hylden, Eventyr i Kirken lød, For en Krone, for en Gylden Himmerig tilfals man bød; Sandheds Lys og Korsets Ord Var som sunket ned i Jord, At det skulde ei fordømme Pave-Løgn og Munke-Drømme. 3 Herrens Raad ei Støv udgrunder, Verden aldrig dem forstaar, I Guds Haand gjør Smaating Under, Tigger-Munk gjør Jubel-Aar! Morten Luther med Guds Ord Tændte Lys igjen paa Jord, Saa hans Navn skal gaa med Solen, Straale under Naadestolen. 4 Lover Gud, I Folk, og sjunger: Guds Apostler trindt paa Jord Nu igjen med vore Tunger Taler klart Guds rene Ord! Modersmaalet nu paa ny Lyde skal i høien Sky, Tunger gløde, Hjerter brænde Ved Guds Ord til Verdens Ende. 5 Tak, vor Fader i det Høie, Tak i Jesu Kristi Navn! Naade for dit Guddoms-Øie Fandt vor ringe Fødestavn; Ordet over Bølgen blaa Bød i Aandens Kraft du gaa, Lod til Salighed det virke Jærtegn i vor lave Kirke! 6 Aldrig, Gud, du det forandre, Lad i fromme Fædres Fjed I dit Aasyns Lys os vandre, Lyses hjem til dit i Fred! Dagen helder–hos os bliv, Du, som er vort Lys og Liv! Mæt du os med Sjæleføde, Gjør en liflig Aftenrøde! Languages: Norwegian

O Kristenhed! i Nattens Stund

Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #556 (1919) Topics: Thanksgiving Day Lyrics: 1 O Kristenhed! i Nattens Stund, Der Sukket brast fra Hjertets Grund, Og hart du stred med Døden, Dig horte Gud i Himlens Slot, Han saa at Mørket ei var godt, Og frelste dig i Nøden; Herlig, Herlig Slukte Naaden Kirke-Graaden, Gid vor Tunge Værdig kunde det udsjunge! 2 Frem Luther stod, en Kjæmpe bold, Ham Gud gav Troens stærke Skjold, Og Ordets Sværd det gjæve; Op slog han Helligdommens Bog, I Ledingsfærd mod Løgnen drog, Og Mørkets Skaver bæve. Herren, Herren Med han strider, Natten lider, Dagen rinder, Vei til Himmerig du finder. 3 Os hvilte Herrens Øie paa, Og Lysets blide Straaler naa Ud over Fjeld og Dale; Vankundigt Folket gik med Taal, Men paa sit eget Tungemaal Det nu fornam Guds Tale, Eia! Eia! Kirkens Hyrde, Tog vor Byrde, Kalder, bringer Os til Gud paa Aandens Vinger. 4 Nu hjælpe Gud, som hjalp os hid, At vi fuldende Troens Strid I Luthers fodspor glade! Hjælp Gud, i Lys og Løn vi maa Paa Sandheds Vei retsindig gaa, Og aldrig der forlade! Velsign! Velsign Folk og Rige! Høit opstige Det med Hæder Bed dit Lys i Dyd og Glæder! Languages: Norwegian

Come, Ye Thankful People Come

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The United Methodist Hymnal #694 (1989) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Christian Year Thanksgiving Day Lyrics: 1. Come, ye thankful people, come, raise the song of harvest home; all is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin. God our Maker doth provide for our wants to be supplied; come to God's own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home. 2. All the world is God's own field, fruit as praise to God we yield; wheat and tares together sown are to joy or sorrow grown; first the blade and then the ear, then the full corn shall appear; Lord of harvest, grant that we wholesome grain and pure may be. 3. For the Lord our God shall come, and shall take the harvest home; from the field shall in that day all offenses purge away, giving angels charge at last in the fire the tares to cast; but the fruitful ears to store in the garner evermore. 4. Even so, Lord, quickly come, bring thy final harvest home; gather thou thy people in, free from sorrow, free from sin, there, forever purified, in thy presence to abide; come, with all thine angels, come, raise the glorious harvest home. Scripture: Matthew 13:36-43 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR

O blest the house, whate'er befall

Hymnal: Christian Hymns #21 (1898) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: TheChurch Year Thanksgiving Day Lyrics: 1 O blest the house, whate'er befall, Where Jesus Christ is all in all; Yea, if He were not dwelling there, How poor and dark and void it were! 2 O blest that house where faith ye find, And all within have set their mind To trust their God and serve Him still, And do, in all, His holy will. 3 O blest the parents who give heed Unto their children's foremost need, And weary not of care or cost: To them and heaven shall none be lost. 4 Blest such a house, it prospers well, In peace and joy the parents dwell, And in their children's lot is shown How richly God can bless His own. 5 Then here will I and mine to-day A solemn cov'nant make and say: Though all the world forsake Thy Word, I and my house will serve the Lord. Languages: English Tune Title: WHEN IN THE HOUR OF UTMOST NEED

For the Beauty of the Earth

Author: Folliott Sandford Pierpoint, 18365-1917 Hymnal: Singing the Living Tradition #21 (1993) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: Thanksgiving Day Lyrics: 1 For the beauty of the earth, for the splendor of the skies, for the love which from our birth over and around us lies: Source of all, to thee we raise this, our hymn of grateful praise. 2 For the joy of ear and eye, for the heart and mind's delight, for the mystic harmony linking sense to sound and sight: Source of all, to thee we raise this, our hymn of grateful praise. 3 For the wonder of each hour of the day and of the night, hill and vale and tree and flower, sun and moon and stars of light: Source of all, to thee we raise this, our hymn of grateful praise. 4 For the joy of human care, sister, brother, parent, child, for the kinship we all share, for all gentle thoughts and mild: Source of all, to thee we raise this, our hymn of grateful praise. Languages: English Tune Title: DIX