What is earth but God's own field, For we know that Thou wilt come, Come, then, Lord of mercy, come, 179 Let us now fear the Lord, that giveth rain, both the former and the latter, in His season; He reserveth unto us the appointed weeks of harvest. FAT ATHER of mercies, God of love, When in the bosom of the earth Thy goodness marked its secret birth, C.M. The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine, The summer dews to fall. The Hand unseen that works above, Matured the swelling grain; O ne'er may our forgetful hearts O'erlook Thy bounteous care; But what our Father's hand imparts, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Who in Their blessed Threefold love With His true saints alone The courts of heaven are filled; On His great love Our hopes we place, Of present grace O then, with hymns of praise, These hallowed courts shall ring! Our voices we shall raise The Three in One to sing; And thus proclaim In joyful song, Both loud and long, 148 FEAST OF THE DEDICATION OF A CHURCH. 181 Here, gracious God, do Thou And mark each suppliant sigh; In copious shower, On all who pray This holy day, Thy blessings pour. Here may we gain from heaven Until that day When all the blest Are called away. R Children's Hymns. 181 Therefore are they before the throne of God. AROUND the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children stand; Children, whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band, Singing glory, glory, glory. In flowing robes of spotless white Singing glory, glory, glory. Once they were little things, like you, And could not praise, as now they do, Singing glory, glory, glory. P.M. |