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ITALIAN HYMN. 6s & 4s.

Felice Giardini. 1760.

1. The God of harvest praise: In loud thanksgiving raise Hand,heart, and voice; The valleys

laugh and sing, Forests and mountains ring, The plains their tribute bring, The streams rejoice.

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2 Yea, bless his holy name, And joyous thanks proclaim Through all the earth;

To glory in your lot
Is comely, but be not
God's benefits forgot

Amidst your mirth.

RUSSIAN HYMN, 11s, 10s & 9s.

3 The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts and voices raise
With one accord,

From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song
Bless ye the Lord.

James Montgomery. 1822.

Alexis T. Lwoff. 1830.

1. God the All-ter-ri-ble, thou who ordainest Thunder thy clarion, and lightning thy sword;

Show forth thy pity on high where thou reignest! Give to us peace in our time, O Lord.

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2 God the Omnipotent, Mighty Avenger, Watching invisible, judging unheard; Save us in mercy, O save us from danger; Give to us peace in our time, O Lord. 3 God the All-merciful, earth hath forsaken [word; Thy ways all holy, and slighted thy

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Let not thy wrath in its terror awaken; Give to us pardon and peace, O Lord. So will thy people, with thankful devotion, [and sword, Praise him who saved them from peril Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord. Henry F. Chorley.

PATRIA. H. M.

Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy. (1800-1847-)

1. Be-fore the Lord we bow, The God who reigns above, And rules the world below, Boundless in

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2 Brothers we meet, on this altar of thine
Mingling the gifts we have gathered for thee;
Sweet with the odors of myrtle and pine,
Breeze of the prairie and breath of the sea;
Meadow and mountain, and forest and sea,
Sweet is the fragrance of myrtle and pine;
Sweeter the incense we offer to thee,

Brothers once more round this altar of thine.

3 Angels of Bethlehem answer the strain;

Hark! a new birth-song is filling the sky!
Loud as the storm-wind that tumbles the main,
Bid the full breath of the organ reply;

Let the loud tempest of voices reply,

Roll its long surge like the earth-shaking main!
Swell the vast song till it mounts to the sky!
Angels of Bethlehem echo the strain.

Oliver Wendell Holmes. 1869

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