Hymn of Thanksgiving

For the fields of ripened grain,

for scarlet leaves and gentle rain;

For rays of sunlight beaming bright,

for soft moonbeams to gleam at night—

Lord, I lift my voice and sing

as to You my thanks I bring.

For the family that is mine,

parents, children — gifts divine;

For friends and siblings ever near,

to share with me the happenings here—

Lord, I lift my voice and sing

as to You my thanks I bring.

For the grace You freely give,

for teaching me just how to live;

For faith, for joy, and a love that’s true,

for peace that lasts the whole night through —

Lord, I lift my voice and sing

as to You all thanks I bring.

Chris Ahlemann