Thanksgiving

Come, my companions dear,
With mine your voices raise.
Let us with heart sincere
Attempt our Saviour's praise;
And while our souls to heaven ascend.
Begin the song that ne'er shall end.
Of whom should children sing,
But of that holy Child
Who to their heavenly King
Hath rebels reconciled?
Peace upon earth He doth bestow:
Rejoice in God reveal'd below.

Who earth and heaven commands
In years and wisdom grew.

Till seized by wicked hands,
They wounded Him, and slew:
But in His blood our peace is seal'd,
And by His wounds our souls are heal'd.
Then let us bless His name,
And thank Him for His grace:
Worthy is Christ the Lamb
Of universal praise;
Praise be on Him by all bestow'd,
Who lives, the one eternal God!