Thanks Be..

O beautiful for pilgrim feet

Whose stern impassioned stress

A thoroughfare for freedom beat

Across the wilderness.

America! America!

God mend thine ev'ry flaw,

Confirm thy soul in self-control,

Thy liberty in law.

America the Beautiful, Katherine Bates

Famine once we had, 

But other things God gave us in full store, 

As fish and ground-nuts to supply our strait, 

That we might learn on Providence to wait; 

And know, by bread man lives not in his need, 

But by each word that doth from God proceed. 

But a while after plenty did come in, -  

All sorts of grain which our own land doth yield, 

Was hither brought and sown in every field: 

As whent and rye, barley, oats, beans and pease, 

Here all thrive, and they profit from them raise. 

All sorts of roots and herbs in gardens grow, 

Parsnips, carrots, turnips, or what you 'll sow. 

Onions, melons, cucumbers, radishes, 

Skirets, beets, coleworts, and fair cabbages. 

Here grow fine flowers many, and 'mongst those, 

The fair white lily and sweet fragrant rose. 

Many good wholesome berries here you 'll find, 

Fit for man's use, almost of every kind, -

William Bradford , Governor of Plymouth Colony

Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.

Henry Alford

Here we are, warm and safe and fed and together.  May we remember to offer up such prayers of Thanksgiving tomorrow and every day hence.