Thanksgiving Hymn (and a gift)


Below is my very favorite Thanksgiving hymn.


Lyrics by Anna L. Barbauld (1743-1825)
Music by Asahel Abbot (19th Century)

Praise to God immortal praise, for the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy, let Thy praise our tongues employ.

For the blessings of the field, for the stores the gardens yield,
For the joy which harvests bring, grateful praises now we sing.

PS. Here is my Thanksgiving gift to you:

Instead of the usual cranberry salad or jelled cranberry sauce, I plan to try this recipe for our Thanksgiving dinner. (I *think* it will be good.)

Cranberry Apple Casserole

3 cups red apples, washed, cored and sliced (do not peel)
2 cups fresh, whole cranberries (but I plan to chop mine in the food chopper. A whole bite of cranberry seems a bit much.)
3/4 cup sugar


1 stick (1/2 cup) butter, melted
1 cup uncooked, quick oatmeal
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/3 cup chopped pecans

Place sliced apples in an 8×8-inch casserole dish. Sprinkle cranberries over top. Pour sugar evenly over the fruit.

Mix topping ingredients and sprinkle over fruit and sugar.
Bake at 350 degrees 45 minutes.
Serves 6 – 8.


3 thoughts on “Thanksgiving Hymn (and a gift)

    • I don’t know of any sound as beautiful as a mother singing. Your children are blessed, indeed. And yes, that casserole was more of a cobbler than a casserole, and it was sweet/tart as a cranberry sauce or salad should be. It was a nice addition to the turkey and dressing.


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