“Go into His gates giving thanks
and into His holy place with praise.
Give thanks to Him. Honor His name.”
- Psalm 100:4
"I know what you are doing. You are not cold or hot.
I wish you were one or the other.
But because you are warm, and not hot or cold,
I will spit you out of My mouth.
You say that you are rich and that you need nothing,
but you do not know that you are so troubled in mind
and heart.
You are poor and blind and without clothes.
You should buy gold from Me that has been tested
by fire that you may be rich.
Buy white clothes to dress yourself so the shame of
not wearing clothes will be taken away.
Buy medicine to put on your eyes so you can see.
I speak strong words to those I love and I punish them.
Have a strong desire to please the Lord.
Be sorry for your sins and turn from them.
See! I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears My voice and opens the door,
I will come in to him and we will eat together.
- Revelation 3:15-20
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Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
patient of labor when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
with feasts, and off’rings, and a thankful strain.
- Alexander Pope
The Pilgrims made seven times
more graves than huts.
No Americans have been more
impoverished than these who,
nevertheless,
set aside a day of thanksgiving.
- H.U. Westermayer
He is a wise man who does not grieve
for the things which he has not,
but rejoices for those which he has.
- Epictetus
Pride slays thanksgiving,
but a humble mind is the soil
out of which thanks naturally grow.
A proud man is seldom a grateful man,
for he never thinks he gets as much
as he deserves.
- Henry Ward Beecher
God is pleased with no music below
so much as with the thanksgiving songs
of relieved widows and supported orphans.
of rejoicing, comforted, and thankful persons.
- Jeremy Taylor
Gratitude is the inward feeling
of kindness received.
Thankfulness is the natural impulse
to express that feeling.
Thanksgiving is the following
of that impulse.
- Henry Van Dyke
Best of all is it to preserve everything
in a pure, still heart, and let there be
for every pulse a thanksgiving,
and for every breath a song.
Konrad Von Gesner
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My Mother’s Bible
This
book is all that's left me now,
Tears will unbidden start;
With faltering lip and throbbing brow,
I press it to my heart;
For
many generations past
Here is our family tree;
My mother's hands this Bible clasped;
She, dying, gave it to me.
Ah!
well do I remember those
Whose names these records bear;
Who round the hearth stone used to close,
After the evening prayer,
And
speak of what these pages said,
In tones my heart would thrill!
Tho' they are with the silent dead
Yet are they living still.
My
father read this holy book
To brothers, sisters, dear;
How calm was my poor mother's look,
Who loved God's word to hear.
Her
angel face I see it yet!
What thronging memories come!
Again that little group is met,
Within the walls of home.
Thou
truest friend man ever knew,
Thy constancy I've tried;
When all were false, I've found thee true
My counsellor and guide
The
mines of earth no treasures give
That could this volume buy
In teaching me the way to live,
It taught me how to die.
- George P. Morris
Majestic Sweetness Sits Enthroned
Majestic
sweetness sits enthroned
upon the Savior's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,
His lips with grace o'erflow,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
No
mortal can with Him compare,
among the sons of men;
fairer is He than all the fair
who fill the heav'nly train,
who fill the heav'nly train.
He
saw me plunged in deep distress,
and flew to my relief;
for me He bore the shameful cross,
and carried all my grief,
and carried all my grief.
To
Him I owe my life and breath,
and all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
and saves me from the grave,
and saves me from the grave.
- Samuel Stennett
More Love to Thee
More
love to Thee, O Christ, More love to Thee!
Hear Thou the prayer I make On bended knee;
This is my earnest plea: More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee, More love to Thee!
Once
earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest;
Now Thee alone I seek, Give what is best;
This all my prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee, More love to Thee!
Let
sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain;
Sweet are Thy messengers, Sweet their refrain,
When they can sing with me: More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee, More love to Thee!
Then
shall my latest breath Whisper Thy praise;
This be the parting cry My heart shall raise;
This still its prayer shall be: More love, O Christ, to Thee,
More love to Thee, More love to Thee!
- Elizabeth P. Prentiss
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That’s How I Was Raised – Alabama
Live at The Ryman
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KryCpnsQcZE
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