And the answering song shall be:
Alleluia, praise to Thee!
6 Praise to Thee! the toil is o'er;
Blight and curse shall be no more;
Lo! the mighty work is done:
Glory to the Three in One!
thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
That our wants are all supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come;
Raise the song
of harvest home.
2 We ourselves are 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;
Lord of harvest! grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
3 For the Lord, our God, shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
From II is field shall purge away
All that doth offend that day;
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.
4 Even so, Lord! quickly come
To Thy final harvest home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, forever purified,
In Thy presence to abide;
Come with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.
HAT our Father does, is well;
Blessed truth-His children tell!
Though He send for plenty want,
Though the harvest floor be scant,
Yet we rest upon His love,
Seeking better things above.
2 What our Father does, is well;
Shall the willful heart rebel?
If a blessing He withhold
In the field or in the fold,
Is He not Himself to be
All our store eternally?
3 What our Father does, is well;
May the thought within us dwell;
Though no milk nor honey flow
In our barren Canaan now,
God can save us in our need,
God can bless us, God can feed.
4 What our Father does, is well;
Though He sadden hill and dell,
Upward yet our praises rise
For the strength His Word supplies.
He has called us sons of God;
Can we murmur at His rod?
5 Therefore unto Him we raise
Hymns of glory, songs of praise:
To the Father and the Son
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Honor, might, and glory be,
Now and through eternity.
A TOWER of strength our God is still!
A mighty Shield and Weapon;
He is our help from all the ill
That hath us now o'ertaken.
The old bitter foe
Now means deadly woe:
Deep guile and great might
Are his dread arms in fight,
On earth is not his equal.
2 With might of ours here naught is done,
Our loss were soon effected:
But for us fights the Valiant One,
Whom God Himself elected.
Ask you: "Who is He?"
Christ Jesus: here see
Great Sabaoth's Lord!
There is no other God:
His is the field forever.
3 Though devils all the world should fill,
All watching to devour us,
We tremble not, we fear no ill,
They cannot overpower us.
This world's prince may still
Scowl fierce as he will,
He can harm us none,
For he is judged-undone;
One little Word o'erthrows him.
4 The Word of God they shall let stand
And not a thank have for it,
Here Christ Himself leads the command
With His great gifts and Spirit;
And take they our life,
Goods, fame, child and wife,
When their worst is done,
They yet have nothing won;
The kingdom ours remaineth.
HAD God not come, may Israel say,
Had God not come to aid us,
Our enemies on that sad day
Would surely have dismayed us;
A remnant now, and handful small,
Held in contempt and scorn by all,
Who cruelly oppress us.
2 Their furious wrath, did God permit,
Would quickly have consumed us,
And in the deep and yawning pit
With life and limb entombed us;
Like men o'er whom dark waters roll,
The streams had gone e'en o'er our soul,
And mightily o'erwhelmed us.
3 Thanks be to God, who from the pit
Snatched us, when it was gaping:
Our souls, like birds that break the net,
To the blue sky escaping;
The snare is broken-we are free!
The Lord our Helper praiséd be,
The God of earth and heaven.
THE mouth of fools doth God confess,
But while their lips draw nigh Him
Their heart is full of wickedness,
And all their deeds deny Him.
Corrupt are they, and every one
Abominable deeds hath done;
There is not one well-doer.
2 The Lord looked down from His high tower On all mankind below Him,
any owned His power,
And truly sought to know Him;
Who all their understanding bent
To search His holy Word, intent
To do His will in earnest.
3 But none there was who walked with God,
For all aside had slidden,
Delusive paths of folly trod,
And followed lusts forbidden;
Not one there was who practiced good,
And yet they deemed, in haughty mood,
Their deeds must surely please Him.
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