Scripture Verse

Unto Thee, O God, do we give thanks. Psalm 75:1


Mildred J. Hill (1859–1916)

Words: Lau­ra F. Ar­mi­tage, in Ho­li­day Songs, 9th edi­tion, by A. Emi­lie Pouls­son (Spring­field, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Mil­ton Brad­ley, 1912), page 77.

Music: Pic­ca­dil­ly Mil­dred J. Hill (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Ar­mi­tage (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


In the still No­vem­ber,
Like a sun­beam bright,
Comes the glad Thanks­giv­ing,
Full of joy’s own light.


Let us thank the Fa­ther
For the gifts He sends;
For our lov­ing par­ents,
Happy home and friends.

Now at home’s dear fire­side,
Many a lov­ing band
Meets in joy to­ge­ther,
In this hap­py land.


And tho’ we, re­joic­ing,
Taste Thanks­giv­ing’s cheer,
’Tis the hap­py home-love
Makes the time so dear.