Unknown Singer

We've come to the time in the season When family and friends gather near To offer a prayer of thanksgiving For blessings we've known through the years To join hands and thank the Creator Now when Thanksgiving is due

This year when I count my blessings I'm thanking the Lord He made you This year when I count my blessings I'm thanking the Lord He made you I'm grateful for the laughter of children The sun and the wind and the rain

The color of blue in your sweet eyes, the sight of a high-balling train.

The moonrise over a prairie, an old love that you've made new.

And this year when I count my blessings, I'm thinking the Lord, he made you.

This year when I count my blessings I'm thankin' the Lord He made you And when the time comes to be goin' It won't be in sorrow and tears I'll kiss you goodbye and I'll go on the way

I'm grateful for all of the years I'm thankful for all that you gave me For teaching me what love can do And Thanksgiving Day for the rest of my life I'm thanking the Lord He made you And Thanksgiving Day for the rest of my life

Thanking the Lord he made you.

His truth is marching on I have seen him in the watch fires Of a hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar In the evening dews and damps I have read his righteous sentence By the dim and flaring lamps His truth is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah His truth is marching on

I have read a fiery gospel, written burnished rows of steel.

As ye deal with my condemners, so with you my grace shall deal.

Let the hero born of woman crush the serpent with his heel.

His truth is marching on.

It's uncensored.

And it's where all the biggest voices in conservative media are speaking out.

He is trampling off a vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.

He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword.

His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.