The Simple Faith of Humble Men

As they feasted on their succotash, Maize and wild game, Doubtless they did pause to think On why it was they came. Enduring death and hardship, On this lonely, hostile shore, To escape the persecutor’s rod And live free evermore. Yet well they braved the suffering That they had come to find And passing silent longings for The land they left behind. For the liberty to worship free Was worth their pain and fear, As gratefully they thanked Him: “Lord, how good we have it here.” Unceasing hath He blessed us since That first Thanksgiving Day, Throughout this nation’s lofty rise His grace hath shone the way. For this blessed land America’s The living legacy Of the simple faith of humble men So thankful they were free. And if this suff’ring Pilgrim band Could yet see fit to give Their grateful thanks to Him whose grace Had simply let them live, Then yet a thousand times more thankful Should our people be For this nation’s bounteous wealth, Her strength and liberty. So it is only fitting that We thank Him on this day, Reflecting on our blessings as We bow our heads to pray…. That God will bless America Both now and evermore, As never hath a land so much To be so thankful for.