For each new morning with its light, For rest and shelter of the night, For health and food, for love and friends, For everything Thy goodness sends.

So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, To praise the Lord with feast and song In thankfulness of heart.

Thou hast given so much to me, Give one thing more, - a grateful heart; Not thankful when it pleaseth me, As if Thy blessings had spare days, But such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.

Remember God's bounty in the year. String the pearls of His favor. Hide the dark parts, except so far as they are breaking out in light! Give this one day to thanks, to joy, to gratitude!

As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.

For flowers that bloom about our feet; For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet; For song of bird, and hum of bee; For all things fair we hear or see, Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, 'thank you,' that would suffice.

Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labour when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

Thanksgiving comes to us out of the prehistoric dimness, universal to all ages and all faiths. At whatever straws we must grasp, there is always a time for gratitude and new beginnings.

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues.