Zeb at the Meetinghouse

I’m Zeb, a Pilgrim boy.

I thank Thee, Lord, for fun and joy.

I thank Thee for the sun that made

Our corn grow tall, and for the shade

Where hickory nuts fall, hard and round,

And for the streams where fish are found.

I thank Thee too that we will eat

A feast today of bread and meat.

And if it could just be Thy will,

Please make the speakers soon be still;

Then we could all—from great to least—

Go up and gather for the feast.

But if more preaching pleases Thee,

Then think no more of hungry me!