|Jubilee at the end to our last bad drought.|
Before partaking in our annual Thanksgiving Day feast, my family always joins hands in a big circle and sings the first verse of this song before praying. Have a happy Thanksgiving!
“Blest be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
Before our Father’s throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one
Our comforts and our cares.
We share each other’s woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.
From sorrow, toil and pain,
And sin, we shall be free,
And perfect love and friendship reign
Through all eternity.”
- 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 grateful hymn of praise.
- Christ, our God, to Thee we raise
- This, our sacrifice of praise.
- For the beauty of each hour
- Of the day and of the night,
- Hill and vale and tree and flow’r
- Sun and Moon and stars of light
- For the joy of human love,
- Brother, sister, parent, child.
- Friends on earth and friends above
- For all gentle thoughts and mild.
- For each perfect gift of Thine
- To our race so freely given.
- Graces human and divine
- Flow’rs of earth and buds of heav’n.
- Alternative last verse:
- For thy church that evermore
- Lifteth holy hands above,
- Offering up on every shore
- Her pure sacrifice of love.
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!