Now thank we all our God
With hearts and hands and voices,
Who wondrous things hath done,
In whom His world rejoices.
- Martin Rinkart -
The flames in the fireplace are dancing in time
To the hearts of our children at play,
And fragrance of turkey is drifting about
Like the tunes they are singing today.
The pies in the oven are light golden brown
And the pudding is still steaming hot,
The table is laden with delicacies
Brightly set and nothing forgot.
The chores are completed, the family arrives;
Now good friends and relations as well,
And the walls reecho fond greetings around
And nice things we've been saving to tell.
Our dinner is served, and each plate quickly heaped
With the best things that a wife can prepare.
Now voices are hushed and our heads slowly bow
While we pause for a moment of prayer.
As once did the Pilgrims on old Plymouth Rock,
We pilgrims of earth now thank Thee, God,
For all Thy goodness and blessings and love,
For abundance we reap from the sod.
Please grant us perception of beauty and worth.
Help us look at the things which we see,
That learning the value of life and its gifts
We'll be evermore grateful to Thee.