cr f 3 Marching with Thy Cross, their banner, Each a golden crown is wearing; ness, These in God's own truth arrayed, Clad in robes of purest whiteness, Robes whose lustre ne'er shall fade, Ne'er be touched by time's rude hand? [band? Whence comes all this glorious mf 3 These are they who have contended For their Saviour's honour long, Wrestling on till life was ended, Following not the sinful throng: These, who well the fight sustained, gained. Triumph by the Lamb have cr f Sore with woe and anguish tried, Who in prayer full oft have striven With the God they glorified: Now, their painful conflict o'er, God has bid them weep no more. mf 5 These, like priests, have watched and waited, Offering up to Christ their will, 179 Day and night they serve Him still. mf HARK! the sound of holy voices, Chanting at the crystal sea, p Alleluia, (f) Alleluia, f Alleluia, Lord, to Thee: mf Multitude which none can number, cr Like the stars in glory stands, ƒ Clothed in white apparel, holding Palms of victory in their hands. mf 2 Patriarch, and holy prophet, Who prepared the way for Christ, King, apostle, saint, confessor, Martyr and evangelist; Saintly maiden, godly matron, cr They have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation, Thee, their Saviour and their King. Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered; Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died; And by death to life immortal They were born and glorified. Love and peace they taste for ever, 180 p W Bishop C. Wordsworth, 1862. 7.7.7.7.D. HO are these in bright array, This innumerable throng, cr Round the altar, night and day, New dominion every hour." Sealed with His eternal Name; More than conquerors they stand. 181 mf FOR all Thy saints, O Lord, S.M. Who strove in Thee to live, Widows who have watched to mp2 For Thy dear saints, O Lord, Who strove in Thee to die, Who counted Thee their great reward, Accept our thankful cry. 8.8.8.8.8.8. 184 mp THOU Who the night in prayer didst spend, And then Thy twelve Apostles send; And bidd'st us pray the harvest's Lord To send forth sowers of Thy Word, p Hear, and Thy chosen servants bless With seven-fold gifts of holiness. mf 2 O may Thy pastors faithful be, Not labouring for themselves, but Thee; [food Give grace to feed with wholesome The sheep and lambs bought by Thy blood; To tend Thy flock, and thus to prove How dearly they the Shepherd love! mf 3 0 may Thy people faithful be, And in Thy pastors honour Thee, And with them work, and for them And gladly Thee in them obey; [pray, Receive the prophet of the Lord, And gain the prophet's own reward! mf 4 So may we, when our work is done, Together stand before the throne; cr And joyful hearts and voices raise In one united song of praise, With all the bright celestial host, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Anon. S.M. Answer our faith's effectual prayer, And all our wants supply. f mf 4 cr mf 5 S.M. cr mf 3 Watch! 'tis your Lord's command, And while we speak He's near; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear. mf 4 O happy servant he In such a posture found; cr He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crowned. P. Doddridge, 1740. p 6 cr O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand, And guard and bless our fatherland. The powers ordained by Thee, With heavenly wisdom bless; May they Thy servants be, And rule in righteousness. [hand, O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty And guard and bless our fatherland. The Church of Thy dear Son Inflame with love's pure fire, Bind her once more in one, And life and truth inspire. O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty hand, And guard and bless our fatherland O let no foe draw nigh, Insult Thy Majesty. [hand, O Lord, stretch forth Thy mighty And guard and bless our fatherland. Bishop W. W. How, 1871. 188 7.7,7.7.D. mfHRIST, by heavenly hosts adored, Gracious, mighty, sovereign Lord, God of nations, King of kings, By the Church with joy confessed, p Pleading at Thy throne we stand, Men that love and honour Thee; 189 mf LORD, in Thy Name Thy servants plead, Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed, The fresh and fading year. cr. New every year, Thy gifts appear; mf 2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew f New praises from our lips shall sound. J. H. Gurney, 1851. wild, We trusted, Lord, with Thee: mf 3 The former and the latter rain, The green ear, and the golden grain, p 4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace, The wondrous growth unseen, The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene. mf 5 So grant the precious things brought By sun and moon below, [forth cr That Thee, in Thy new heavens and earth, 190 We never may forgo. J. Keble, 1856. Thanksgiving Day. 8.8.8.8.4.4.8. LORD of the harvest, Thee we hail! 190 Thine ancient promise doth not fail; [round; The varying seasons haste their With goodness all our years are cr Our thanks we pay, [crowned; This holy day; ƒ O let our hearts in tune be found, When Summer warms the fruitful grain, Or Winter sweeps the naked plain, cr We still do sing To Thee our King; [reign. f Through all their changes Thou dost f 3 But chiefly when Thy liberal hand, Bestows new plenty o'er the land, When sounds of music fill the air, As homeward all their treasures bear; We too will raise Our hymn of praise, For we Thy common bounties share. mf 4 Lord of the harvest, all is Thine: The rains that fall, the suns that shine, The seed once hidden in the ground, The skill that makes our fruits abound: my To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we In hymns of adoration, [raise cr To Thee bring sacrifice of praise With shouts of exultation: Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, The hills with joy are ringing, The valleys stand so thick with corn That even they are singing, f 2 And now on this our festal day, Thy bounteous hand confessing, Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay The first-fruits of Thy blessing. By Thee the souls of men are fed With gifts of grace supernal, Thou Who dost give us daily bread, Give us the Bread eternal. p 3 We bear the burden of the day, And often toil seems dreary; cr But labour ends with sunset ray, mf And rest is for the weary. May we, the angel-reaping o'er, Stand at the last accepted, cr Christ's golden sheaves for evermore To garners bright elected. f 4 O blessed is that land of God, Where saints abide for ever; [broad, 192 PR W. C. Dix, 1864 7.7.7.7.7.7. ORAISE 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. mf 2 All the plenty summer pours; Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores; Flocks that whiten all the plain; Yellow sheaves of ripened grain: cr Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. mp 3 Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss, and public wealth, COME, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest-home: All is safely gathered in, p Ere the winter storms begin; cr God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied; f Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest-home. mf 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: p Grant, O harvest Lord, that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. p Give His angels charge at last mf 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come f There, for ever purified, Also the following: 461 The strain upraise of joy and praise. 466 Now thank we all our God. 472 O come, loud anthems let us sing. 473 Before Jehovah's awful throne. 477 O Lord of heaven and earth and sea. mf GOD of our fathers, Whose almighty hand [band cr Leads forth in beauty all the starry Of shining worlds in splendour through the skies, [arise. f Our grateful songs before Thy throne mf 2 Thy love divine hath led us in the past, [cast; In this free land by Thee our lot is Be Thou our Ruler, Guardian, Guide and Stay, [chosen way. Thy Word our law, Thy paths our mp3 From war's alarms, from deadly [fence; cr Be Thy strong arm our ever sure deThy true religion in our hearts in[peace. Thy bounteous goodness nourish us in mf 4 Refresh Thy people on their toil some way,. [day; cr Lead us from night to never-ending Fill all our lives with love and grace [Thine. f And glory, laud and praise be ever D. C. Roberts, 1876. 195 pestilence, crease, divine, mf GOD of our fathers, Bless this our land; Ocean to ocean Owneth Thy hand. Thy faith and fear. Boundless and numberless Thy right hand conquereth P.M. Launch forth Thy thunderbolts, |