Worship the LORD with gladness; come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations." (Psalm 100, NIV)
I’ll keep it simple today –
I’m thankful
that my wife is strong and healthy
after her long ordeal with cancer.
for the privilege (and it is that!)
of serving a local church as pastor.
for the amazingly rich life that
God has allowed me to enjoy.
I’m thankful
for the love of friends who are precious
treasure in my life.
for great kids (yes, they are
adults but they’re my kids) who are blessed with health, strength, and
creativity.
for Jesus and His love.
And the word from the Word today - "Pray continually; give thanks in all
circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus." (1
Thessalonians 5:17-18, NIV)
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Come Ye Thankful People Come
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.
All the world is God's
own field,
Fruit unto His praise
to yield.
Wheat and tares
together sown
Unto joy or sorrow
grown.
First the blade and
then the ear,
Then the full corn
shall appear,
Lord of harvest grant
that we,
Wholesome grain and
pure may be.
For the Lord our God
shall come,
And shall take His
harvest home,
From His field shall
in that day
All offences purge
away.
Give His angels charge
at last
In the fire the tares
to cast,
But the fruitful ears
to store,
In His garner evermore.
Even so, Lord, quickly
come,
To Thy final harvest
home.
Gather Thou Thy people
in,
Free from sorrow, free
from sin.
There forever purified,
In Thy presence to
abide,
Come with all Thine
angels, come.
Raise the glorious
harvest home!
George Job Elvey | Henry Alford
© Words: Public Domain
Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
"A psalm. For
giving thanks.
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