Dan Greenfield

Category: Thanksgiving

  • Praise to God, Immortal Praise

    Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ. Flocks that whiten all the plain; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain; Clouds that drop their fattening dews, Suns that temperate warmth diffuse. All that spring with bounteous…