FAIR waved the golden corn
In Canaan's pleasant land,
When full of joy, some shining morn,
Went forth the reaper band.
To God so good and great
Their cheerful thanks they pour,
Then carry to His temple gate
The choicest of their store.
For Thus the Holy Word
Spoken by Moses, ran-
"The first ripe ears are for the Lord, The rest He gives to man."
Like Israel, Lord, we give
Our earliest fruits to Thee,
And pray that, long as we shall live,
We may Thy children be.
Thine is our youthful prime,
And life and all its powers,
Be with us in our morning time,
And bless our evening hours.
In wisdom let us grow,
As years and strength are given,
That we may serve Thy church below,
And join Thy saints in heaven. Amen.
WHEN His salvation bringing
To Zion, Jesus came,
The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His Name;
Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But as He rode along
He let them still attend Him,
And smiled to hear their song.
And since the Lord retaineth
His love for children still,
Though now as King He reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill,
We'll flock around His banner
Who sits upon the Throne,
And cry aloud, "Hosanna
To David's royal Son."
For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise,
The stones our silence shaming
Would their Hosannas raise;
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No, while our hearts are tender
They too shall be the Lord's. Amen.
GOD, eternal Lord of all,
Lowly at Thy feet we fall,
All the earth doth worship Thee,
We amidst the throng would be.
All the holy angels cry,
Hail, thrice holy, God Most High!
Lord of all the heavenly powers,
Be the same loud anthem ours.
Glorified apostles raise
Night and day continual praise;
Hast Thou not a mission too
For Thy children here to do?
With Thy Prophets' goodly line
We in mystic bond combine,
For Thou hast to babes revealed
Things that to the wise were sealed.
Martyrs in a noble host
Of Thy cross are heard to boast,
Since so bright the crown they wear,
Early we Thy cross would bear.
All Thy church in heaven and earth,
Jesus! hail Thy spotless birth;
Own the God who all has made,
And the Spirit's soothing aid.
Offspring of a Virgin's womb,
Slain and Victor o'er the tomb,
Seated on the Judgment Throne,
Number us among Thine own!
Day by day we magnify Thee,
And would evermore be nigh Thee,
Keep us from the Tempter's snare,
Spare Thy people, Jesu, spare. Amen.
JESU, high in glory,
Lend a listening ear;
When we bow before Thee
Children's praises hear.
Though Thou art so holy,
Heaven's Almighty King,
Thou will stoop to listen
When Thy praise we sing.
We are little children,
Weak and apt to stray;
Saviour, guide and keep us
In the heavenly way.
Save us, Lord, from sinning,
Watch us day by day;
Help us now to love Thee:
Take our sins away.
Then hear, O Lord, our humble cry,
And bend on us Thy pitying eye;
To Thee their prayer Thy people make,
Hear us for our Redeemer's sake.
WHEN in the hour of utmost need
We know not where to look for aid,
When days and nights of anxious thought
Nor help nor counsel yet have brought.
Then this our comfort is alone
That we may meet before Thy throne,
And cry, O faithful God, to Thee
For rescue from our misery.
To Thee may raise our hearts and eyes,
Repenting sore, with bitter sighs,
And seek Thy pardon for our sin,
And respite from our griefs within.
For Thou hast promised graciously
To hear all those who cry to Thee,
Through Him Whose Name alone is great,
Our Saviour and our Advocate.
And thus we come, O God, to-day,
And all our woes before Thee lay,
For tried, afflicted, lo! we stand,
Perils and foes on every hand.
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