Thanksgiving

We thank Thee, Lord, for Life and breath,
Provided us so free;
For at Thy Hand we Live and move—
Our all must come from Thee.

Refrain:
We thank Thee, Blessed Master,
With mortal tongue below;
But when we gain that Heav’nly Plane,
Eternal thanks shall flow.

For food, dear Lord, we raise to Thee
Our song of Thankful Praise—
For Giving us that Living Bread
Which Gladdens all our days.

We thank Thee, Lord, for raiment, too,
For slumber in the night,
For clothing our immortal souls
In shining robes of white.

We thank Thee, Lord, for Thy Dear Son,
For Thy unfailing Grace;
We thank Thee for The Hope to see
Our Savior face to Face

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