Thanksgiving Preparation - Favorite Song/Verse/Poem

Here are some of my favorite hymns or poems about Thanksgiving and praising our Father for who He is and all the ways He provides.

This Is My Father's World

This is my Father's world,and to my listening ears

all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,

the birds their carols raise,

the morning light, the lily white,

declare their maker's praise.

This is my Father's world:

he shines in all that's fair;

in the rustling grass I hear him pass;

he speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world.

O let me ne'er forget

that though the wrong seems oft so strong,

God is the ruler yet.

This is my Father's world:

why should my heart be sad?

The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!

God reigns; let the earth be glad!

Praise To The Lord The Almighty

Praise to the Lord, the almighty, the King of creations;

O my soul, praise him, for he is thy health and salvation:

All ye who hear,

Now to his temple draw near,

Joining in glad adoration.

Praise to the Lord, who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth,

Shieldeth thee gently from harm, or when fainting sustaineth:

Hast thou not seen

How thy heart's wishes have been

Granted in what he ordaineth?

Praise to the Lord, who doth prosper thy work and defend thee;

Surely his goodness and mercy shall daily attend thee:

Ponder anew

What the Almighty can do,

If to the end he befriend thee.

Praise to the Lord! O let all that is in me adore him!

All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before him!

Let the Amen

Sound from his people again:

Gladly for ay we adore him.

More Than A Day

As Thanksgiving Day rolls around,

It brings up some facts, quite profound.

We may think that we're poor,

Feel like bums, insecure,

But in truth, our riches astound.

We have friends and family we love;

We have guidance from heaven above.

We have so much more

Than they sell in a store,

We're wealthy, when push comes to shove.

So add up your blessings, I say;

Make Thanksgiving last more than a day.

Enjoy what you've got;

Realize it's a lot,

And you'll make all your cares go away.

By Karl Fuchs

If you have any favorite Thanksgiving hymns/poems/scriptures please share them. Also, my mom called me yesterday to inform me that I forgot one of our Thanksgiving traditions. Supposedly we always read the story of Squanto (actually I think she said Sasquatch, but I know who she meant!) and how he helped the pilgrims prior to eating, but my memory seems to have forgotten this. Sorry, Mom!