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5 Glory to our bounteous King;
Glory let creation sing;

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Glory to the Father, Son,

And blest Spirit, Three in One. Amen.

HENRY W. BAKER

Words and music written in response to President Lincoln's Proclamation of the first National Thanksgiving Day, 1863.

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2 For the sunshine and rainfall, enriching again
Our acres in myriads, with treasures of grain;
For the earth still unloading her manifold wealth,
For the skies beaming vigor, the winds breathing health:
Give thanks, etc.

3 For the nation's wide table, o'erflowingly spread,
Where the many have feasted, and all have been fed,
With no bondage, their God-given rights to enthral,
But liberty guarded by justice for all:

Give thanks, etc.

4 In the realms of the anvil, the loom and the plow,
Whose the mines and the fields, to Him gratefully bow:
His the flocks and the herds, sing ye hill-sides and vales;
On His ocean domains chant His name with the gales.
Give thanks, etc.

6 In the Churches of Jesus, ye worshipping throngs,
Solemn litanies mingle with jubilant songs;
The Ruler of nations beseeching to spare,
And the nation still keep the elect of His care.
Give thanks, etc. Amen.

5 Of commerce and traffic, ye princes, behold

Your riches from Him, Whose the silver and gold,
Happier children of labor, true lords of the soil,
Bless the great Master-Workman Who blesseth your toil.
Give thanks, etc.

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WILLIAM A. MÜHLENBERG, ab.

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Plead-ing at Thy throne we stand, Save Thy peo-ple, bless our land.

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(J=116) Joy - ful, joyful, we a-dore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;

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Hearts un-fold like flow'rs before Thee, Prais-ing Thee their Sun

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Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, Drive the dark of doubt a- way;

2 All Thy works with joy surround Thee, Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays, Stars and angels sing around Thee,

Centre of unbroken praise:

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Giver of im- mor-tal glad-ness, Fill us with the light of day. A-men.

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Field and forest, vale and mountain,
Blooming meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing fountain,
Call us to rejoice in Thee.

3 Thou art giving and forgiving,
Ever blessing, ever blest,
Well-spring of the joy of living,
Ocean-depth of happy rest!

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Thou our Father, Christ our Brother,
All who live in love are Thine:
Teach us how to love each other,
Lift us to the Joy Divine.

4 Mortals join the mighty chorus,

Which the morning stars began: Father-love is reigning o'er us,

Brother-love binds man to man. Ever singing march we onward,

Victors in the midst of strife;
Joyful music lifts us sunward

In the triumph song of life. Amen.
HENRY VAN DYKE