GIVING THANKS...

No puzzle as to what to write this time about Thanksgiving...

I eagerly defer to the writers of these cherished hymns. Their beautiful lyrics capture it all.

And ...somewhere ...

caught in that beauty of Christmas lights on the hills, laughter, playing games, snuggling and escaping away as a family; watching the magic of a little one discovering,

... I wanted to shout out to everyone...this is it...this IS Thanksgiving...and we have so much go be grateful for...

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.


Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.






Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.



Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.




Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
On earth, be leaving, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.