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.
Lord we have much to be thankful for this year.
We have finally moved into our new home!
Lord, we thank you!
The garden produced a bountiful harvest.
Lord, we thank you!
The pantry and the freezer hold the rewards of our labors.
Lord, we thank you!
The fall harvest was completed safely once again.
Lord, we thank you!
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