Thanksgiving Hymn Copywork Booklets
Created and designed by Debbie Martin Thanksgiving Hymn Copywork Booklets The Word, the whole Word and nothing but the Word." Copyright October 2011 by Debbie Martin 3627 D St. Bremerton, Wa 98312 All rights reserved. Permission is hereby granted to the individual purchaser to reproduce his book in whole or in part for non commercial individual or classroom use only. Permission is not granted for school wide system wide reproduction of materials. Images are public domain.
Directions for the booklets. Thank you for your purchase. These copywork booklets are a fun way to do copywork. You will have seven different Thanksgivng hymns to copy. Just copy the text on the lines provided on the booklet. You can complete one page per day or one booklet per day-it's up to you. If more writing room is needed, additional lined pages are included with each booklet. Once all pages are completed, cut out all the pages keeping them in order. Stack the pages with the cover on top. To secure them you can: staple them on the left, hole punch and secure them with brads or hole punch and tie with a pretty ribbon or yarn.
Thanksgiving Hymn: "Come, Ye Thankful People, Come." by Henry Alford 1810-1871 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.
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 offenses purge away, Giving 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, bring 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.
Thanksgiving Hymn: Now Thank We All Our God by Martin Rinkart 1586-1649 Now thank we all our God, with heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things has done, in Whom this world rejoices; Who from our mothers' arms has blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.
O may this bounteous God through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts and blessed peace to cheer us; And keep us in His grace, and guide us when perplexed; And free us from all ills, in this world and the next! All praise and thanks to God the Father now be given; The Son and Him Who reigns with Them in highest Heaven; The one eternal God, Whom earth and Heaven adore; For thus it was, is now, and shall be evermore.
Thanksgiving Hymn: O God, Beneath Thy Guiding Hand. by Leonard Bacon 1802-1881 O God, beneath Thy guiding hand Our exiled fathers crossed the sea; And when they trod the wintry strand, With prayer and psalm they worshipped Thee.
Thou heardest, well pleased, the song, the prayer: Thy blessing came; and still its power Shall onward, through all ages, bear The memory of that holy hour. Laws, freedom, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And, where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their graves.
And here Thy Name, O God of love, Their children's children still adore, Till these eternal hills remove, And spring adorns the earth no more.
Thanksgiving Hymn: I'm a Pilgrim by Hans Henry Peterson 1835-1909 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, I can tarry, I can tarry but a night; Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ever flowing.
There the glory is ever shining; Oh, my longing heart, my longing heart is there; Here in this country so dark and dreary, I long have wandered forlorn and weary. There's the city to which I journey; My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its Light; There is no sorrow nor any sighing, Nor any tears there, nor any dying.
Thanksgiving Hymn: O Lord, Our Father, Thanks To Thee. by Cyriacus Schneegass 1546-1597 Lord, our Father, thanks to Thee, in this new year we render, for every evil had to flee, before Thee, our Defender. Our life was nourished, we were fed, with rich supplies of daily bread, and peace reigned in our borders.
Lord Jesus Christ, our thanks to Thee, in this new year we render; Thy reign hath kept Thy people free, hath shown Thy mercies Tender. Thou hast redeemed us with Thy blood, Thou art our Joy, our only good, in life and death our Savior. Lord Holy Ghost, our thanks to Thee, in this new year we render, for Thou hast led our eyes to see, Thy truth in all its splendor and thus enkindled from above, within our hearts true faith and love and other Christian virtues.
Our faithful God, we cry to Thee: still bless us with Thy favor, blot out all our iniquity, and hide our sins forever. Grant us a happy, good new year and, when the hour of death draws near, a peaceful, blest departure.
Thanksgiving Hymn: Give Thanks To God The Lord. by Susan H. Peterson 1950-2004 Give thanks to God the Lord; upon His Name now call. Make known among the people on earth what He has done for all. Sing praise to Him, now sing; His wondrous acts proclaim. Rejoice, all you who seek the Lord; come glory in His Name.
Look to the Lord's great strength; remember all his deeds. His judgments are in all of the earth; he is the Lord indeed. His cov'nant e'er will stand; his oath he'll ne'er forget. A thousand generations pass; God's word continues yet. Sing to the Lord, all earth; his saving power proclaim. Declare his glory to every race; his marv'lous deeds now name. For great is God the Lord, most worthy of all praise. He made the heavens and the earth; fear him and give him praise.
Splendor and majesty before the Lord are found. Both strength and joy with him do dwell; bring off'rings, come bow down. Ascribe unto the Lord the glory due his name; The splendor of his holiness now worship and proclaim. Let now the heav'ns rejoice; let earth give glad refrain. The world is 'stablished, ne'er to be moved; tell everyone God reigns! Now let the sea resound, be jubilant all fields; The forest trees will sing for joy; earth's judge is now revealed.
Give thanks to God the Lord; his goodness now declare. He saves, delivers from every foe; his love endures fore'er. Give thanks unto his name and glory in his praise; Praise to the God of Israel for everlasting days.
Thanksgiving Hymn: Thanks To God. by August L. Storm 1862-1914 Thanks to God for my Redeemer, thanks for all Thou dost provide! Thanks for times now but a memory, thanks for Jesus by my side! Thanks for pleasant, balmy springtime, thanks for dark and stormy fall! Thanks for tears by now forgotten, thanks for peace within my soul!
Thanks for prayers that Thou hast answered,thanks for what Thou dost deny! Thanks for storms that I have weathered, thanks for all Thou dost supply! Thanks for pain, and thanks for pleasure, thanks for comfort in despair! Thanks for grace that none can measure, thanks for love beyond compare! Thanks for roses by the wayside,thanks for thorns their stems contain! Thanks for home and thanks for fireside, thanks for hope, that sweet refrain! Thanks for joy and thanks for sorrow, thanks for heavenly peace with Thee! Thanks for hope in the tomorrow, thanks through all eternity!