The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest is all gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.
Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain.
So open wide the doorway-
Thanksgiving comes again!
when the song was raised, with trumpets and cymbals and other musical instruments, in praise to the Lord, “For he is good,
for his steadfast love endures forever,”
2 Chronicles 5:13
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