Thanksgiving at the Gate — Psalm 100

[Fiddle pickup: brisk two-step] [Verse 1: Bubba] Every land, let gladness rise, Send a song beneath these skies. Serve the Lord with willing hands, Let His praise fill all the lands. He is God, our Maker true; We did not make me and you. We are His, His people dear, Sheep He gathers, draws us near. [Chorus: duet] Thanksgiving at the gate, Praise inside His courts. Bless the name of our good God, Let a grateful heart come forth. Mercy through the ages, Faithful all the way; Thanksgiving at the gate, Come serve the Lord today! [Verse 2: Darlene] Bring your singing, bring your thanks, From the fields and riverbanks. No generation wears Him out; Tell the children what it’s about. He is good, His love endures, Every age His truth is sure. We belong beneath His care, Let His goodness be our prayer. [Solo: banjo and fiddle trade four bars] [Bridge: a cappella duet] Before we bring a single thing, We are the flock of God our King. He made us His; His name we bless, With singing hearts and thankfulness. [Final chorus: full band and choir] Thanksgiving at the gate, Praise inside His courts. Bless the name of our good God, Let a grateful heart come forth. Mercy through the ages, Faithful all the way; Thanksgiving at the gate, Come serve the Lord today!