"...and the clouds drop down the dew"
As they certainly are doing today, though it's rather a bit heavier than dew today and quite a cold rain at that, with snow in it.
I'd never really noticed before how much Thanksgiving is represented in the 1928 Book of Common Prayer, but it was very evident at Morning Prayer this mmorning.
The Opening Sentences have a special section which surprised me, following the sentences for Trinity Sunday (which was a long time ago now). Oddly, it looks a bit like a mis-print, to wit (if I can get the HTML right):
Honour the LORD with thy substance, and with theNext, the Venite was replaced with a special canticle (p.264):
plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.
Thanksgiving Day. firstfruits of all thine increase:
so shall thy barns be filled with
Prov. iii. 9, 10.
The LORD by wisdom hath founded the earth; by
understanding hath he established the heavens. By his
knowledge the depths are broken up, and the clouds
drop down the dew. Prov. iii. 19, 20.
And of course there is a special Collect, Epistle and Gospel for this day. I guess I had not known the Morning Prayer element because in the past we'd had Holy Communion on Thanksgiving. But I enjoyed this, and Brent's reading of the lessons this morning (and not because I got a "rest"); I hope we'll hear more from him.¶ Instead of the Venite, the following shall be said or sung. O PRAISE the LORD, for it is a good thing to sing praises unto our God; * yea, a joyful and pleasant thing it is to be thankful.
The LORD doth build up Jerusalem, * and gather together the outcasts of Israel.
He healeth those that are broken in heart, * and giveth medicine to heal their sickness.
O sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; * sing praises upon the harp unto our God:
Who covereth the heaven with clouds, and prepareth rain for the earth; * and maketh the grass to grow upon the mountains, and herb for the use of men;
Who giveth fodder unto the cattle, * and feedeth the young ravens that call upon him.
Praise the LORD, O Jerusalem; * praise thy God, O Sion.
For he hath made fast the bars of thy gates, * and hath blessed thy children within thee.
He maketh peace in thy borders, * and filleth thee with the flour of wheat.
Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, * and to the Holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, * world without end. Amen.
A Happy (U.S.) Thanksgiving to you all.
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