Readers I know I am thankful for any chance to sing a familiar hymn. However, for Thanksgiving hymns, there are really two types: those for the fall Thanksgiving holiday, and those for giving thanks without regard to the season. The former are more uniquely suited for this week in November, and also less well known.
From a range of American hymnals of the past 120 years — plus The English Hymnal (1906) from the CoE — I identified eight hymns listed as a “Thanksgiving” hymn. I discussed these eight hymns in a column yesterday in the North American Anglican.
Below is the table I made up for my own reference with the hymn texts, tunes and sequences in the hymnals:
Text | Tune | TEH | 1892 | 1916 | 1940 | 1982 | 2017 |
Come, ye thankful people, come | St. George's Windsor | 289 | 193 | 421 | 137 | 290 | 203 |
For the beauty of the earth | † | 309 | 425 | 296 | 416 | 206 | |
We plow the fields and scatter | Claudius | 293 | 423 | 138 | 291 | 204 | |
Now thank we all our God | Nun danket | 533 | 466 | 422 | 276 | 397 | 200 |
Praise to God, immortal praise | Dix | 192 | 420 | 140 | 288 | 591 | |
Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation | Lobe den Herren | 536 | 279 | 290 | 349 | ||
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | Old Hundredth | 139 | 380 | 208 | |||
We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing | Kremser | 315 | 433 | 199 |
Notes:
- 1892 tunes vary by edition, so tunes taken from the 1896 xx
- 2017 is the new REC hymnal: Magnify the Lord aka Book of Common Praise 2017.
- † For this hymn, the tune varies between hymnals
Harvest Hymns
We plow the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.Refrain: All good gifts around us
Are sent from heaven above;
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord
For all his love.He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey him,
By him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, his children,
He gives our daily bread.
RefrainWe thank thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food:
No gifts have we to offer
For all thy love imparts,
But that which thou desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
Refrain
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