All Things Bright and Beautiful Words by Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-1895) Refrain: All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful: The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, God made their glowing colors, And made their tiny wings. Refrain The purple-headed mountains, The river running by, The sunset and the morning That brightens up the sky. Refrain The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden: God made them every one. Refrain God gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well. Refrain Index Blessing Hymn To the tune of "Edelweiss" Come dear Lord, be our guest As we gather together. May our heart glow with love, Keep us close to you ever. Friendship and joy, may they bloom and grow, Bloom and grow forever, Bless our homes, bless our friends, Bless our common endeavors. Thank you God, for this day, Bless all those who greet it. May your love glow with peace, May your love go forth from us. Friendship and peace may they bloom and grow, Bloom and grow forever. Bless our friends, bless our work Bless each of us forever Index Come Into His Presence Come into his presence with thanksgiving In your hearts and give him praise, And give him praise Come into his presence with thanksgiving In your hearts your voices raise Your voices raise Give glory and honor and power unto him Jesus the name above all names Index Come Let us Offer Come let us offer A sacrifice of praise The fruit of our lips Giving thanks The fruit of our lips Giving thanks So come and offer sacrifices Come and offer Praise unto the Lord Index Come, Ye Thankful People Come Words: Henry Alford, 1844 Music: "St. George's Windsor," George Job Elvey, 1858 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. All the world is God's own field Fruit unto his praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown Unto joy or sorrow grown; First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear; Lord of the harvest! grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take his harvest home; From his field shall in that day All offenses purge away, Give his angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store In his garner evermore. 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. Amen Index Faith of Our Fathers Lyrics Frederick W. Farber, 1814-1863 Music: Henry F. Hemy, 1818-1888 Faith of our fathers! living still In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword; O how our hearts beat high with joy When e're we hear that glorious word! Faith of our fathers, holy faith! We will be true to thee till death. Faith of our fathers! we will strive To win all nations unto thee; And through the truth that comes from God Mankind shall then be truly free. Faith of our fathers, holy faith! We will be true to thee till death. Faith of our fathers! we will love Both friend and foe in all our strife; And preach three, too, as love knows how By kindly words and virtuous life Faith of our fathers, holy faith! We will be true to thee till death. Amen Index For the Beauty of the Earth Lyrics by Folliot S. Pierpoint (1835-1917) Arrangement from Conrad Kocher (1786-1872) by W. H. Monk (1823-1889) For the beauty of the earth, for the glory of the skies, for the love which from our birth over and around us lies; Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise. For the beauty of each hour of the day and of the night, hill and vale, and tree and flower, sun and moon, and stars of light; Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise. For the joy of ear and eye, for the heart and mind's delight, for the mystic harmony, linking sense to sound and sight; Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise. For the joy of human love, brother, sister, parent, child, friends on earth and friends above, for all gentle thoughts and mild; Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise. For thy church, that evermore lifteth holy hands above, offering upon every shore her pure sacrifice of love; Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise. For thyself, best Gift Divine, to the world so freely given, for that great, great love of thine, peace on earth, and joy in heaven: Lord of all, to thee we raise this our hymn of grateful praise Index Give Thanks Words & Music: Unknown; from the Shaker Hymnal East Canterbury, New Hampshire: The Canterbury Shakers, 1906 O give thanks, give thanks unto the Lord, For He is good, and His mercy endureth forever. To Him which led His people through the wilderness, For He is good, and His mercy endureth forever. He turned the wilderness into a standing water, And dry ground into water springs. Strengthen ye the weak hands and confirm the feeble knees, Say to them that are of a fearful heart, Be strong, fear not, behold your God will come with a recompense. Then shall the eyes of the blind be opened And the ears of the deaf, of the deaf unstoppèd. And a highway shall be there, And it shall be called the way, the way of holiness, The unclean shall not pass over it, The unclean shall not pass over it, But the redeemèd of the Lord shall walk therein; And the ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion, To Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads, They shall obtain joy and gladness, And sorrow and sighing shall flee away. Index I Thank You Lord by Elton Smith and Larry Holder I thank you, Lord, for loving me though I was stained with sin. For you came and died upon a tree that I may live again. I thank you Lord for promising a home in Heaven above, Where I'll see Your face and offer praise For Your abiding love. You gave your life to ransom me, To break sin's bond and set me free; I'll never cease to sing Your praise For all eternity. I thank you, Lord, for giving me The strength to live each day, As I seek to live my life for You, And walk the narrow Way. Lord, when I fail, I know You're there: You promise not to leave. With Your guiding hand, once more I stand; Your mercy I receive. Your love is all I'll ever need. By grace alone my soul is free. I'll praise you while on earth I live And all eternity. You gave your life to ransom me, To break sin's bond and set me free; I'll never cease to sing Your praise For all eternity. For all eternity! Copyright by Elton Smith and Larry Holder. All rights reserved. Index My God, I Thank Thee Words: Adelaide Anne Procter, 1858. Music: Frederick Charles Maker, 1876 My God, I thank Thee, Who hast made The earth so bright, So full of splendor and of joy, Beauty and light; So many glorious things are here, Noble and right. I thank Thee, too, that Thou hast made Joy to abound; So many gentle thoughts and deeds Circling us round, That in the darkest spot of earth Some love is found. I thank Thee more that all our joy Is touched with pain, That shadows fall on brightest hours, That thorns remain; So that earth's bliss may be our guide, And not our chain. For thou who knowest, Lord, how soon Our weak heart clings, Hast given us joys, tender and true, Yet all with wings; So that we see gleaming on high Dimmer things. I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept The best in store; We have enough, yet not too much To long for more: A yearning for a deeper peace Not known before. I thank Thee, Lord, that here our souls Though amply blessed, Can never find, although they seek A perfect rest; Nor ever shall, until they lean On Jesus' breast. Index Not Alone For Mighty Empire Words: William Pierson Merrill, 1911 Music: by Franz Joseph Haydn, 1797 Not alone for mighty empire, stretching far over land and sea, Not alone for bounteous harvests, lift we up our hearts to Thee. Standing in the living present, memory and hope between, Lord, we would with deep thanksgiving, praise Thee more for things unseen. Not for battleships and fortress, not for conquests of the sword, But for conquests of the spirit give we thanks to Thee, O Lord; For the priceless gift of freedom, for the home, the church, the school, For the open door to manhood, in a land the people rule. For the armies of the faithful, souls that passed and left no name; For the glory that illumines patriot lives of deathless fame. For our prophets and apostles, loyal to the living Word, For all heroes of the spirit, give we thanks to Thee, O Lord. God of justice, save the people from the clash of race and creed, From the strife of class and faction, make our nation free indeed; Keep her faith in simple manhood strong as when her life began, Till it find its full fruition in the brotherhood of man! Index Now Thank We All Our God Words by Martin Rinkart (1586-1649) Music: Johann Crüger (1598-1662) Based on Ecclesiastes 50:22-24 Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things has done, In whom this world rejoices; Who from our mothers' arms Has blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours today. O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts And blessed peace to cheer us; And keep us still in grace, And guide us when perplexed; And free us from all ills, In this world and the next. All praise and thanks to God The Father now be given; The Son, and him who reigns With them in highest heaven; The one eternal God, Whom earth and heaven adore; For thus it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Index Now Yield We Thanks And Praise Words: Howard Chandler Robbins (1876-1952). Music: "Was frag' ich nach der Welt"; melody by Ahas­uerus Fritsch (1629-1701); Harmony by Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Now yield we thanks and praise to Christ enthroned in glory, And on this day of days tell out redemption's story, Who truly have believed that on this blessèd morn, In holiness conceived, the Son of God was born. What tribute shall we pay to Him who came in weakness, And in a manger lay to teach His people meekness? Let every house be bright; let praises never cease; With mercies infinite our Christ hath brought us peace. Index O Food to Pilgrims Given Words by: Maintzich Gesangbuch; Music by: German melody; by J.S. Bach O food to pilgrims given, O bread of life from heaven, O manna from on high! We hunger; Lord, supply us, nor thy delights deny us, whose hearts to thee draw nigh. O stream of love past telling, O purest fountain, welling from out the Savior's side! We faint with thirst; revive us, of thine abundance give us, and all we need provide. O Jesus, by thee bidden, we here adore thee, hidden in forms of bread and wine. Grant when the veil is risen, we may behold, in heaven, thy countenance divine. Index Over the River and Through the Woods Over the river and through the woods To Grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh Through white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the woods, Oh, how the wind does blow. It stings the toes and bites the nose As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the woods To have a full day of play. Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling, For it is Christ-mas Day. Over the river and through the woods, Trot fast my dapple gray; Spring o'er the ground just like a hound, For this is Christ-mas Day. Over the river and through the woods And straight through the barnyard gate. It seems that we go so dreadfully slow; It is so hard to wait. Over the river and through the woods, Now Grandma's cap I spy. Hurrah for fun; the pudding's done; Hurrah for the pumpkin pie. Index A Pilgrim and a Stranger A Pilgrim and a Stranger, I journey here below; Far distant is my country, The home to which I go. Here I must toil and travail, Oft weary and opprest; But there my God shall lead me To everlasting rest. I've met with storms and danger E'en from my early years, With enemies and conflicts, With fightings and with fears. There's nothing here that tempts me To wish a longer stay, So I must hasten forward, No halting or delay. It is a well-worn pathway; A host has gone before, The holy saints and prophets, The patriarchs of yore. They trod the toilsome journey In patience and in faith; And them I fain would follow, Like them in life and death. Who would share Abraham's blessing Must Abraham's path pursue, A stranger and a pilgrim, Like him, must journey through. The foes must be encountered, The dangers must be passed; A faithful soldier only Receives the crown at last. So I must hasten forward,- Thank God, the end will come! This land of passing shadows Is not my destined home. The everlasting city, Jerusalem above, This evermore abideth, The home of light and love. There still my thoughts are dwelling, 'Tis there I long to be; Come, Lord, and call Thy servant To blessedness with Thee. Come, bid my toils be ended, Let all my wanderings cease; Call from the wayside lodging To Thy sweet home of peace. There I shall dwell forever, No more a parting guest, With all thy blood-bought children In everlasting rest, The pilgrim toils forgotten, The pilgrim conflicts o'er, All earthly griefs behind me, Eternal joys before. Index Thanks To God Words: August Ludvig Storm, 1891 Music: Johannes Alfred Hultman, 1910 Thanks to God for my Redeemer, Thanks for all Thou dost provide! Thanks for times now but a memory, Thanks for Jesus by my side! Thanks for pleasant, balmy springtime, Thanks for dark and stormy fall! Thanks for tears by now forgotten, Thanks for peace within my soul! Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered, Thanks for what Thou dost deny! Thanks for storms that I have weathered, Thanks for all Thou dost supply! Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure, Thanks for comfort in despair! Thanks for grace that none can measure, Thanks for love beyond compare! Thanks for roses by the wayside, Thanks for thorns their stems contain! Thanks for home and thanks for fireside, Thanks for hope, that sweet refrain! Thanks for joy and thanks for sorrow, Thanks for heavenly peace with Thee! Thanks for hope in the tomorrow, Thanks through all eternity! Index We Gather Together We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing; He chastens and hastens his will to make known; The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing, Sing praises to his name: He forgets not his own. Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining, Ordaining, maintaining his kingdom divine So from the beginning the fight we were winning; Thou, Lord, wast at our side, All glory be thine! We all do extol thee, thou leader triumphant, And pray that thou still our defender wilt be. Let thy congregation escape tribulation; Thy name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free! Amen Index With Grateful Heart My Thanks I Bring Words: Unknown. Music: William Batchelder Bradbury, 1863 With grateful heart my thanks I bring, Before the great Thy praise I sing; I worship in Thy holy place And praise Thee for Thy truth and grace; For truth and grace together shine In Thy most holy Word divine, In Thy most holy Word divine. I cried to Thee and Thou didst save, Thy Word of grace new courage gave; The kings of earth shall thank Thee, Lord, For they have heard Thy wondrous Word; Yea, they shall come with songs of praise, For great and glorious are Thy ways, For great and glorious are Thy ways. O Lord, enthroned in glory bright, Thou reignest in the heavenly height; The proud in vain Thy favor seek, But Thou hast mercy for the meek; Through trouble though my pathway be, Thou wilt retrieve and strengthen me, Thou wilt retrieve and strengthen me. Thou wilt stretch forth Thy mighty arm To save me when my foes alarm; The work Thou hast for me begun Shall by Thy grace be fully done; Forever mercy dwells with Thee; O Lord, my Maker, think on me, O Lord, my Maker, think on me. Index 3843