4 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land, All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores: 5 These to thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 6 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear From its stem the ripening ear; Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot Drop her green untimely fruit; 7 Should the vine put forth no more, Nor the olive yield her store; Though the sickening flocks should fall, And the herds desert the stall;
8 Yet to thee my soul should raise Grateful vows and solemn praise; And when every blessing's flown, Love thee for thyself alone.'
48 Who giveth food to all flesh; for his mercy endureth [7s. for ever.-Ps. cxxxvi. 25.
1 PRAISE, O praise our God and King; Hymns of adoration sing;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.
2 Praise him that he made the sun Day by day his course to run: For his mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure:
3 And the silver moon by night, Shining with her gentle light; For his mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure.
4 Praise him that he gave the rain To mature the swelling grain;
For his mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure:
5 And hath bid the fruitful field Crops of precious increase yield; For his mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure.
6 Praise him for our harvest-store, He hath fill'd the garner-floor; For his mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure:
7 And for richer food than this, Pledge of everlasting bliss; For his mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure.
8 Glory to our bounteous King; Glory let creation sing; Glory to the Father, Son, And Blest Spirit, Three in One.
They joy before thee according to the joy in harvest.-Isa. ix. 3.
1 LORD of the harvest, thee we hail; Thine ancient promise doth not fail; The varying seasons haste their round, With goodness all our years are crown'd; Our thanks we pay,
O let our hearts in tune be found.
2 If spring doth wake the song of mirth; If summer warms the fruitful earth; When winter sweeps the naked plain, Or autumn yields its ripen'd grain, Still do we sing
Through all their changes thou dost reign. 3 But chiefly, when thy liberal hand Scatters new plenty o'er the land, When sounds of music fill the air, As homeward all their treasures bear;
We too will raise
Our hymn of praise,
For we thy common bounties share. 4 Lord of the harvest, all is thine: The rains that fall, the suns that shine, The seed once hidden in the ground, The skill that makes our fruits abound: New every year
New praises from our lips shall sound.s
50 While the earth remaineth, seed time and harvest [C.M. shall not cease.-Gen. viii. 22.
1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, How rich thy bounties are! The rolling seasons as they move, Proclaim thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, And sent the early rain.
3 The spring's sweet influence was thine, The plants in beauty grew;
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, And mild refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above Matured the swelling grain; A yellow harvest crowns thy love, And plenty fills the plain.
5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone Thou dost on man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own From whom his blessings flow.
6 Fountain of love, our praise is thine; To thee our songs we'll raise,
And all created nature join
In sweet harmonious praise.
51 He shall come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.-Ps. cxxvi. 6.
1 COME, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of Harvest-home: All is safely gather'd in,
Ere the winter storms begin : God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied; Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of Harvest-home.
2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto his praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow_grown: First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear: Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be.
3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take his harvest home: From his field shall in that day All offences purge away; Give his angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In his garner evermore.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come To thy final Harvest-home: Gather thou thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There for ever purified,
In thy presence to abide :
Come, with all thine angels, come, Raise the glorious Harvest-home.1
52 Let the people praise thee, O God.-Ps. lxvii. 3. [D. 8s. 75. 1 LORD of heaven, and earth, and ocean, Hear us from thy bright abode, While our hearts, with deep devotion, Own their great and gracious God: Now with joy we come before thee, Seek thy face-thy mercies sing; Lord of life, and light, and glory, Guard thy church, and guide our Queen. 2 Health, and every needful blessing, Are thy bounteous gifts alone; Comforts undeserved possessing, Here we bend before thy throne Young and old do now before thee Their united tribute bring; Lord of life, and light, and glory, Shield our isle, and save our Queen.
3 Thee, with humble adoration,
Lord, we praise for mercies past; Still to this most favour'd nation May those mercies ever last : Britons, then, shall still before thee Songs of ceaseless praises sing: Lord of life, and light, and glory, Bless thy people, bless our Queen."
Praise ye the name of the Lord; praise him, O ye servants of the Lord.-Ps. cxxxv. 1. 1 REJOICE to-day with one accord, Sing out with exultation; Rejoice and praise our mighty Lord, Whose arm hath brought salvation; His works of love proclaim The greatness of his Name; For he is God alone,
Who hath his mercy shown; Let all his saints adore him.
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