38. Ps. lxv. 11. 1 ETERNAL source of every joy, Well may thy praise our lips employ, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 While, as the wheels of nature roll, 3 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days 4 O may our more harmonious tongues "I will joy in the God of my salvation." 1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise, [78. 2 For the blessings of the field; 3 Flocks that whiten all the plain; 4 All that spring with bounteous hand All that liberal autumn pours 5 These to thee, my God, we owe, 6 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear 7 Should the vine put forth no more, Though the sickening flocks should fall, 8 Yet to thee my soul should raise 39. "Who giveth food to all flesh; for his mercy 1 PRAISE, O praise our God and King; For his mercies still endure Ever faithful, ever sure. 2 Praise him that he made the sun 3 And the silver moon by night, 4 Praise him that he gave the rain 5 And hath bid the fruitful field 6 Praise him for our harvest-store, 7 And for richer food than this, 8 Glory to our bounteous King; Glory to the Father, Son, [7s. And Blest Spirit, Three in One. Amen. 40. "They joy before thee according to the joy 1 LORD of the harvest, thee we hail; This holy day; O let our hearts in tune be found. 2 If spring doth wake the song of mirth; To thee, our King; [8s. 48. Through all their changes thou dost reign. 3 But chiefly, when thy liberal hand Our hymn of praise, For we thy common bounties share. 4 Lord of the harvest, all is thine: New every year Thy gifts appear; New praises from our lips shall sound 8. 41. "While the earth remaineth, seed time and harvest [C.M. 42. 1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, 2 When in the bosom of the earth Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth, 3 The spring's sweet influence was thine, Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine, 4 These various mercies from above 5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone 6 Fountain of love, our praise is thine; And all created nature join In sweet harmonious praise . "He shall come again with rejoicing, bringing [DOUBLE 7s. 1 COME, ye thankful people, come, All is safely gather'd in, Ere the winter storms begin; |