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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving

We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;
He chastens and hastens His will to make known.
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.
Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
So from the beginning the fight we were winning;
Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!
We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant,
And pray that Thou still our Defender will be.
Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;
Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!
Words & Music:
This song of praise was orig­in­al­ly writ­ten in 1597
to cel­e­brate a Dutch vic­to­ry.

Ar­ranged & trans­lat­ed
 from Dutch to La­tin
 (Leip­zig, Ger­many: 1877)

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