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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;

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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.

Amen.

[88. 48.

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,

This holy day;

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

To thee, our King;

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

Thy gifts appear;

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

[D. 78.

FOR DELIVERANCE.

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,

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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.

[P.M.

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