For the pumpkin sweet and the yellow yam, For the corn and beans and the sugared ham, For the plum and the peach and the apple red, For the dear old press where the wine is tread, For the cock which crows at the breaking dawn, And the proud old “turk” of the farmer’s barn, For the fish which swim in the babbling brooks, For the game which hide in the shady nooks, From the Gulf and the Lakes to the Oceans’ banks- Lord God of Hosts, we give Thee thanks! For the lowly cot and the mansion fair, For the peace and plenty together share, For the Hand which guides us from above, For Thy tender mercies, abiding love, For the blessed home with its children gay, For returnings of Thanksgiving Day, For the bearing toils and the sharing cares, We lift up our hearts in our songs and our prayers, From the Gulf and the Lakes to the Oceans’ banks, Lord God of Hosts, we give Thee thanks! Created with lots of love