650 GERMANY L. M. Wm. Gardiner's "Sacred Melodies," 1815 1 Great God, we sing that might-y hand By which sup- port- ed still we stand; b3 The ope-ning year Thy mercy shows; That mercy crowns it till it close. A - MEN. 652 NUREMBERG 7.7.7.7. Alt. from Johann R. Ahle, 1664 1 Praise to God, im- mor- tal praise, For the love that crowns our days: 2 Flocks that whiten all the plain, 3 All that Spring with bounteous hand Let Thy praise our tongues em - ploy. A-MEN. 4 These to Thee, my God, we owe, 5 Sing we to our God above Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772. Doxology (Rev. Charles Wesley, 1740) added ST. AUSTELL 7.7.7.7. 4 Arthur H. Brown, 1876 1 For Thy mer cy and Thy grace, Faith -ful through an - other year, Hear our song of thank - ful - ness; Father, and Re-deem - er, hear. A-MEN. (See also HORTON, No. 570) 653 GREENLAND 7.6.7.6.D. Arr. from J. Michael Haydn in B. Jacob's "National Psalmody," 1819 1 Sing to the Lord of har vest, Sing songs of love and praise; 654 GOLDEN SHEAVES 8.7.8.7.D. 4 1 To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise In hymns of To Thee bring sac ri - fice of praise With shouts of O O Bright robes of gold the fields a- dorn, The hills with joy The valleys stand so thick with corn That e- ven they are singing. (See also BISHOPGARTH, No. 394) A-MEN. 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. 3 We bear the burden of the day, May we, the angel-reaping o'er, 4 O blessed is that land of God Where saints abide for ever, Where golden fields spread fair and broad. Where flows the crystal river: With ours to-day are blending; Thrice blessed is that harvest-song Which never hath an ending. William C. Dix, 1864 Come to God's own tem- ple, come, Raise the song of har-vest-home. A-MEN. 2 All the world is God's own field, 3 For the Lord our God shall come, 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 Rev. Henry Alford, 1844 (Text of 1867) |