The Best Thanksgiving Day
By A. B. Simpson
As we gather 'round our fireside While we love to"count our blessings,"
On this new Thanksgiving Day, Grateful for the year that's gone,
Time would fail to count the blessings Faith would sweep a wider wision,
That have followed all our way; Hope would gaze yet further on.
Grace sufficient, help and healing, For the signals all around us
Prayer oft answered at our call; Seem with one accord to say,
And the best of all our blessings, "Christ is coming soon to bring us
Christ Himself, our all and all. Earth's last, best Thanksgiving Day"!

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