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Sunday, October 10
Thanksgiving 2021

Hymns - Music - Message
From the Thanksgiving Service

Thank you to Shirley E.


for the wonderful harvest display!

Connie Teaches us the Introit
(MV 185)

Ev'ry day is a day of thanksgiving.
God you've been so good to me.
Every day you're blessing me.
Ev'ry day is a day of thanksgiving.
I will glorify you, O my Lord, today!

You keep blessing me, blessing me, blessing me.
You opened the door that I might see, you're blessing me.
And you keep blessing me, blessing me, blessing me.
I will glorify you, O my Lord, today!

And so now we ALL sing:
Ev`ry Day Is A Day of Thanksgiving

Come, You Thankful People Come
(VU 516)

Come, you thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home!
All is safely gathered in,
Safe before the storms begin.
God our Maker does provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home!

All the world is God's own field,
Harvests for as God's praise to yield;
Wheat and weeds together sown,
Here for joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear;
Harvest giver grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

For our God one day shall come,
And shall take this harvest home;
From the field shall in that day
All offenses purge away,
Giving angels charge at last
In the fire the weeds to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In the garner evermore.

Even so, God, quickly come,
To your final harvest home;
Gather all you people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin,
There, forever purified,
In your presence to abide;
Come, with all your angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.

Sing to the Lord of Harvest
(VU 519)

Sing to the Lord of harvest,
Sing songs of love and praise;
With joyful hearts and voices
Your hallelujahs raise!
By whom the rolling seasons
In fruitful order move;
Sing to the Lord of harvest
A joyful song of love.

God makes the clouds drop fatness,
The deserts bloom and spring,
The hills leap up in gladness,
The valleys laugh and sing.
God fills them all with fullness
All things with large increase;
And crowns the year with goodness,
With plenty, and with peace.

Heap to this sacred altar
All things God's goodness gave,
The golden sheaves of harvest,
The souls Christ died to save.
Your hearts lay down before him
When at his feet you fall,
And with your lives adore him
Who gave his life for all.

As Those of Old Their First-fruits Brought
(VU 518)

As those of old their first-fruits brought
O vineyard, flock, and field
To God, the giver of all good,
The source of bounteous yield;
So we today our first fruits bring:
The wealth of this good land,
Of farm and market, shop and home,
Of mind and and heart and hand.

A world in need now summons us
To labour, love, and give,
To make our life an offering
To God, that all may live.
The church of Christ is calling us
To make the dream come true:
A world redeemed, by Christ-like love,
All life in Christ made new.

With gratitude and humble trust
We bring our best to you,
Not just to serve your cause but share your love
With neighbours too.
O God, you gave yourself to us
In Jesus Christ your Son,
Help us to give ourselves each day
Until life's work is done.

Song Without Words
(Op. 19, No. 4)
by Mendelssohn

Felix Mendelssohn
1809 - 1847

(How Great Thou Art)

O Lord my God,
When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds
Thy hands have made
I see the stars,
I hear the mighty thunder
Thy power throughout
The universe displayed

Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee
How great Thou art,
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
My Saviour God, to Thee
How great Thou art,
How great Thou art!

When through the woods,
And forest glades I wander
I hear the birds
Sing sweetly in the trees
When I look down,
From lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook,
And feel the gentle breeze. Refrain

But when I think, that God,
His Son not sparing
Sent Him to die,
I scarce can take it in
That on the Cross,
My burden gladly bearing
He bled and died
To take away my sin. Refrain

When Christ shall come,
With shout of acclamation
And take me home,
What joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow,
In humble adoration
And there proclaim:
"My God, how great Thou art!" Refrain

Gigue in E Minor
By Handel
(1685 - 1847)

G.F. Handel,

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