Happy Thanksgiving, everybody
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.
You know, it wasn't a bad hymn before Dr. Adams got a hold of it!
Later friends.
Frodo
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.
You know, it wasn't a bad hymn before Dr. Adams got a hold of it!
Later friends.
Frodo