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.
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 hid 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.
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":
"The joy of harvest" we have known :
The praise, O Lord, is all thine own.
3 Our tables spread, our garners stored,
O, 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.
6 & 4s. M.
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.
The Year crowned 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.
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The Sacrifice of Thanksgiving.
1 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.
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.
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 smile 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.
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 gifts 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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