The Voice Of Thanksgiving We Cheerfully Raise,
On This, Our Glad Festival Day;
The House Of Our God Shall Reecho With Praise
For Blessings He Showers On Our Way.

We’ll Praise Him, We’ll Praise Him,
Our Gifts On His Altar We’ll Lay;
We’ll Praise Him, We’ll Praise Him,
On This, Our Glad Festival Day.

He Brightens The Day With His Sunbeams Of Love,
The Nights, With The Stars Of His Grace;
In Every Sweet Token That Comes From Above,
His Goodness And Mercy We Trace.

We Come To His Temple With Carols Of Joy;
His Care And His Guidance Extol;
Our Strength In His Service We’ll Early Employ,
And Sing, “Bless The Lord, O My Soul.”

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