He came to bring the Mourners Joy

That Thou givest them they gather: Thou openest Thine Hand, they are filled with Good.

Lord God from Whom all Blessings flow, You created the World and all that is therein. All the Gifts and Blessings You provide for us make us Rich! There is no God like You.

Who can count the Multitudes at Your Table? No one wants for any Thing, You teach us Faith and Thanksgiving. We receive the Bread of Life from Your Hand.

You give us Hope, and in Hope we sow and in Season enjoy the Fruit of our Labour. The Wind that waves the Grain, the Clouds that water the Land, the Morning Dew and the Beams of the Sun are Your Servants.

A Man plants the Seeds to grow the Grain that provides him with Bread. The Seed that seems Dead at the Start, sprouts and multiplies many Times over. Through the Harvest, Sustenance is given to the Young and the Old.

What more is it that Man needs? The Miracles of God are Endless. His Mercy has no End and in Faith we know that we receive much More than we can repay.

Let us not forget the Blessings He brings us. Every Thing we receive is a Memorial to His Name. Our Flesh and our Spirit give Thanks every Day to His great bounty. Amen.