419 WITH 7ITH the sweet word of peace 2 With the calm word of prayer Our brethren to thy watchful care, 3 With the dear word of love 4 With the strong word of faith We stay ourselves on thee, 6.6.8.4 That thou, O Lord, in life and death, 5 Then the bright word of hope 6 Farewell! in hope and love, In faith, and peace, and prayer; Till he whose home is ours above, Unite us there. Amen. George Watson, 1867 Also the following 32 From every stormy wind that blows 244 Lead, kindly Light 248 Lead us, O Father, in the paths of peace 536 O happy band of pilgrims IV. SPECIAL OCCASIONS 420 PRAIS Thanksgiving-day Six 7'8 RAISE to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ: All to thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow. 2 All the plenty summer pours; 3 Peace, prosperity, and health, 4 As thy prospering hand hath blest. Anna Laetitia Barbauld. 1776 421 Co Eight 7's OME, ye thankful people, come, Ere the winter storms begin; 2 All the world is God's own field, 3 For the Lord our God shall come, 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come In thy presence to abide: Come, with all thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest-home. Amen. Henry Alford, 1844; revised, 1867 422 No 6.7.6.7.6.6.6.6 TOW thank we all our God, With heart, and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom his world rejoices; Who from our mother's arms Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day. 2 O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us! With ever-joyful hearts And blessed peace to cheer us; And keep us in his grace, And guide us when perplexed, And free us from all ills In this world and the next. Amen. Martin Rinkart, c. 1636; Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858 423 WE 7.6.7.6 D., 6.6.8.4 E plow the fields, and scatter But it is fed and watered By God's almighty hand; Are sent from heaven above; Then thank the Lord, O thank the For all his love. 2 He only is the Maker 3 We thank thee, then, O Father, 424 WE Amen. Matthias Claudius, 1782; Tr. Jane M. Campbell, 1861 8.7.8.7.8.8.7 E come unto our fathers' God: Their Rock is our salvation; The eternal arms, their dear abode, We make our habitation; We bring thee, Lord, the praise they brought, We seek thee as thy saints have sought In every generation. 2 The fire divine their steps that led Still goeth bright before us, The heavenly shield, around them spread, The grace those sinners that subdued, |