THANGSGIVING SONG. 



LEAFLET No. VI. 

 I. 



At rest, the earth rejoices, Her fair fields dreaming lie, 

 While we, with mingled voices, Lift tuneful thanks on high, 

 For granaries o'erflowing With gold of summer's prime 

 Thy bounteous bestowing, O Lord, at harvest time. 



II. 



For hearth fires brightly burning, That shine, a beacon star 

 To light the glad returning Of dear ones from afar, 

 For this last year that finds us At home, a happy throng, 

 For love, that closer binds us ; Hear our Thanksgiving song. 



COMING. 



I. 



Thanksgiving day is on the way, And tho' November skies are gray, 

 We mind it not, for this bright spot Will make the whole month gay. 



II. 



Come gather all the wealth of fall, To brim the barn and deck the hall ; 

 For those who roam will hasten home To heed Thanksgiving's call. 



III. 



Thanksgiving cheer is drawing near, Come, children, sing with voices clear, 

 Your thankful love to One above Thanksgiving time is here ! 



OVER THE RIVER. 



LEAFLET VI. 



Over the river and through the wood to Grandfather's house we go ; 



The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh, Thro' the white and drifted snow. 



Over the river and through the wood, How cold the wind does blow! 



It stings our toes and bites our nose, As over the ground we go. 



A PRAISE SONG. 



LEAFLET VI. 



I. 



The harvest days are over, The fruits are gathered in, 

 The riches of earth's bounty Fill every barn and bin. 



CHORUS : 



To God we give our thanks, 

 For all earth's bounteous yield We thank Him. 



II. 



While other lands afar Are fierce in bloody strife, 

 Sweet peace in mercy settles O'er all our happy life. 

 CHORUS : 



III. 



We thank Thee for protection From war's destructive hand, 



For freedom from oppression, Throughout our native land. 



CHORUS : 



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