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326 CORONATION. 8.7.8.7. D.

REV. G. C. E. RYLEY, Mus. Bac.

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TO Thee, O LORD, our hearts we raise, / We bear the burden of the day, 1 In hymns of adoration,

And often toil seems dreary, To Thee bring sacrifice of praise,

But labour ends with sunset ray, With shouts of exultation ;

And rest comes for the weary ; Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, May we, at God's great Harvest-Home, The hills with joy are ringing,

Stand at the last accepted, The valleys stand so thick with corn, CHRIST's golden sheaves for evermore That even they are singing.

To garners bright elected. And now on this our Festal day,

Oh, blessed is that land of God, Thy bounteous Hand confessing,

Where Saints abide for ever, Upon Thine Altar, LORD, we lay

Where golden fields spread far and wide, The first fruits of Thy blessing ;

Where flows the golden river ; By Thee the souls of men are fed

The strains of all its holy throng With gifts of grace supernal,

With ours to-day are blending, Thou, who dost give our earthly bread, Thrice blessed is that harvest song Give us the Bread Eternal.

Which never hath an ending! Amen.

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