In autumn’s hush, the leaves descend,
A golden hymn the winds commend.
We gather close, with hearts made light,
By blessings poured in morning’s light.

At New Hope’s doors, the faithful come,
With songs of praise and beating drum.
The pews are filled, the voices rise,
A thankful chorus to the skies.

For God, our rock, our guiding flame,
We lift our hands and bless His name.
Through trials deep and seasons wide,
His mercy walks with us beside.

The table set, both soul and bread,
With stories shared and prayers said.
Children laugh, the elders smile,
Grace has lingered all the while.

We thank Him for the harvest grown,
For love that makes this church a home.
For every tear and every cheer,
His presence makes our purpose clear.

So let this day be marked with grace,
With kindness time cannot erase.
At New Hope Baptist, hearts align—
Thanksgiving made by God’s design.