’Tis Thanksgiving morn again!
Lift your voices, sons of men,
From the earth to God above—
Lift your hearts in praise and love.

Thank Him for His loving care;
Thank Him for the blessèd air;
Thank Him for the sunlight shed;
Thank Him for your daily bread.

Thank Him that our favored land,
By the bounty of His hand,
Richly her abundance yields
From her orchards and her fields.

Thank Him that no poisonous breath
Freighted with the germs of death,
O’er our land pursues its path
In its all consuming wrath.

While the sweeping blast of war
Rages over lands afar,
Thank Him that the wings of peace
All our wide domain embrace.

Sons of men, your voices lift
For the precious, priceless gift
Offered up for you and me,
On the Mount of Cal­va­ry!