Thanksgiving by Margaret E. Sangster

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Nov 22, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 46.

Thanksgiving

By Margaret E. Sangster

So MANY are Thy gifts, dear Lord, Sent from Thy throne above, That all our days a song of praise We lift to Thee in love.

We bless Thee for the tender light That in the mother's face Fills home with cheer, and makes so dear Each little dwelling-place.

We bless Thee for the father's strength, For love of kith and kin, For days of birth, and days of mirth, Our happy homes within.

We thank Thee for the right to work, And for the time to play, For moments sweet when at Thy feet We lowly kneel and pray.

In sun and rain, in cloud and dew, While safe we wake or sleep, The seeds we sow to harvests grow, And we Thy bounty reap.

We thank Thee that one day in seven From toil and tasks we rest; Our praise we lift! beyond each gift Thou art Thyself the best.

So, marching on through shade and sun, Our joyous song we raise, And all our ways are filled with praise, All days Thanksgiving days. —Margaret E. Sangster.