Thanksgiving Dinners

We had a great Thanksgiving Day. First, we had dinner at my parents with my brothers and sister and an some of my nephews and an uncle. We each have our same dish that we bring each year to the dinner. . . our specialities!

In the evening our children and grandchildren were here for Thanksgiving supper. Of course, they each brought a dish and we had another great meal.

Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Come, ye thankful people, come;

Raise the song of Harvest-home.

All be 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 garner to abide.

Come with all Thine angels, come,

Raise the glorious Harvest-home.