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-home1.
“Let the people praise thee, O God." [DOUBLE 8s. 7s.
Ps. lxvii. 3.
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.
2 When in distress to him we cried,
He heard our sad complaining;
O trust in him, whate'er betide,
His love is all-sustaining;
Triumphant songs of praise
To him our hearts shall raise ;
Now every voice shall say,
O praise our God alway;
Let all his saints adore him.
3 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. Amen.
"WHO FOR US MEN AND FOR OUR SALVATION CAME
" HE SHALL COME AGAIN WITH GLORY TO JUDGE BOTH
THE QUICK AND THE DEAD."
"He hath visited and redeemed his people."
LUKE i. 68.
1 HARK! the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long :
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes the prisoners to release
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eye-balls of the blind
To pour celestial day.
4 He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure:
And with the treasures of his
To enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad Hosannas, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
"The Lord reigneth."
Ps. xcvii. 1.
1 Joy to the world! The Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King,
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth! The Saviour reigns:
Let men their songs employ ;
While fields, and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,
Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow,
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love".
"Let your loins be girded about, and your lights
burning." -LUKE Xii. 35.
YE servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of his heavenly word,
And watchful at his gate.
Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame:
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.
Watch; 'tis your Lord's command,
And while we speak, He's near;
Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.
O happy servant he,
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crown'd.
Christ shall the banquet spread
With his own royal hand,
And raise that faithful servant's head
Amid the angelic bande.
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