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1 SWELL the anthem, raise the song ;

Praises to our God belong ;
Saints and angels, join to sing

Praises to the Heavenly King.
2 Blessings from his liberal hand

Flow around this happy land :
Kept by him, no foes annoy ;

Peace and freedom we enjoy.
3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway,

May we cheerfully obey, —
Never feel oppression's rod, –

Ever own and worship God.
4 Hark! the voice of nature sings

Praises to the King of kings;
Let us join the choral song,

And the grateful notes prolong. 1703.

C. M. Christian Psalmist. Thanks for an abundant Harvest. 1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love!

How rich thy bounties are !
The rolling seasons, as they move,

Proclaim thy constant care.
2 When in the bosom of the earth

The sower bid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,

And sent the early rain. 3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine :

The plants in beauty grew :
Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,

And mild, refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain ;


A kindly harvest crowns thy love,

And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless thy gracious sway;

Thy hand all nature hails ;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,

Summer nor winter, fails.



The Joy in Harvest
1 GREAT God, as seasons disappear,

And changes mark the rolling year,
Thy favor still doth crown our days,

And we would celebrate thy praise.
2 The harvest song we would repeat :

• Thou givest us the finest wheat":
6. The joy of harvest” we have known :

The praise, O Lord, is all thine own.
3 Our tables spread, our garners stored,

0, give us hearts to bless thee, Lord;
Forbid it, Source of light and love,

That hearts and lives should barren prove.
4 Another harvest comes apace :
Mature our spirits by thy grace,
That we may calmly meet the blow

The sickle gives to lay us low ; -
5 That so, when angel reapers come

To gather sheaves to thy blest home,
Our spirits may be borne on high

To thy safe garner in the sky. 1905. 6 & 4s. M. MONTGOMERY

Praise to the God of Harvest.
1 THE God of harvest praise ;
In loud thanksgiving raise
Hand, heart, and voice ;

The valleys smile and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,

The streams rejoice.
2 Yea, bless his holy name,
And purest thanks proclaim

Through all the earth ;
To glory in your lot
Is duty, — but be not
God's benefits forgot,

Amidst your mirth.
3 The God of harvest praise ;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise,

With sweet accord ;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song

Bless ye the Lord. 106.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE. The Year croioned with Goodness. 1 ETERNAL Source of every joy,

Thy praise may well our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports the steady pole ;
The sun is taught by thee to rise,

And darkness when to veil the skies. 3 The flowery spring, at thy command,

Embalms the air and paints the land ; ;
The summer suns with vigor shine,

To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts abundant stores ;

And winters, softened by thy care,

No more a dreary aspect wear.
5 Still be the cheerful homage paid

With morning light and evening shade ;
Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,

Demand successive songs of praise. nagy 07. 8 & 7s. M.

The Sacrifice of Thanksgiving.
I LORD of heaven, and earth, and ocean,

Hear us from thy bright abode,
While our hearts, with true devotion,

Own their great and gracious God. 2 Health and every needful blessing

Are thy bounteous gifts alone;
Comforts undeserved possessing,

Here we bend before thy throne. 3 Thee, with humble adoration,

Lord, we praise for mercies past;
Still to this most favored nation

May those mercies ever last. 1908. 11 & 8s. M. Episcopal Coll.

Thanksgiving and Praise in the Sanctuary. 1 BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth ;

O, serve him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth;

With love and devotion draw near. 2 Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone,

Creator and Ruler o’er all;
And we are his people ; his sceptre we own ;

His sheep, and we follow his call. 3 O, enter his gates with thanksgiving and song ;

Your vows in his temple proclaim ;
His praise in melodious accordance prolong,
And bless his adorable name.

4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,

And we are the work of his hand;
His mercy and truth from eternity stood,

And shall to eternity stand. 1709. L. P. M.

Praise to the Author of National Blessings.
1 GREAT God, beneath whose piercing eye
The world's extended kingdoms lie,

We bow before thy heavenly throne ;
Thy favoring sinile upholds them all ;
Thine anger smites them, and they fall;

Thy power we see, thy greatness own. 2 To thee, with grateful hearts, we raise The tribute of exulting praise,

Our country's Guardian, Guide, and Friend;
Preserved by thee for ages past,
For ages let thy kindness last,

And e'er thy sheltering care extend.

L. M.

The God of all Grace.
1 GREAT God, let all my tuneful powers

Awake, and sing thy mighty name :
Thy hand revolves my circling hours, –

Thy hand, from whence my being came. 2 Seasons and moons, still rolling round

In beauteous order, speak thy praise ;
And years, with smiling mercy crowned,

To thee successive honors raise.
3 My life, my health, my friends, I owe

All to thy vast, unbounded love ;
Ten thousand precious gists below,

And hope of nobler joys above. 4 Thus will I sing till nature cease,

Till sense and language are no more,


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