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Come

A-men.

COME, children, lift your voices

And sing with us to-day,

As to the LORD of Harvest

Our grateful vows we pay. We thank Thee, LORD, for sending The gentle showers of rain, For summer suns which ripened

The fields of golden grain ; We thank Thee that Thou givest Nuts, apples, plums, and pears, And for each precious treasure Which field or orchard bears. Come, children, etc.

Come, join our glad procession, As onward still we move,