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We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield,
Wheat and tares together sown
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Grant, O Harvest-Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come
And shall take His harvest home,
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away:
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.

Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
A11 are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There, for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide:
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home. Ameu.

345. 7'■.

What our Father does is well;
Blessed truth His children tell!
Though He send, for plenty, want,
Though the harvest-store be scant,
Yet we rest upon His love,
Seeking better things above.

What our Father does is well:
Shall the wilful heart rebel?
If a blessing He withhold
In the field, or in the fold,
Is it not Himself to be
All our store eternally?

What our Father does is well;
Though He sadden hill and dell,
Upward yet our praises rise
For the strength His Word supplies:
He has called us sons of God,
Can we murmur at His rod?

What our Father does is well;
May the thought within us dwell;
Though nor milk nor honey flow
In our barren Canaan now,
God can save us in our need,
God can bless us, God can feed.

Therefore unto Him we raise
Hymns of glory, songs of praise;
To the Father and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Honour, might, and glory be,
Now, and through eternity. Amen.

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346. 7s

Fob Thy mercy and Thy grace,
Faithful through another year,

Hear our song of thankfulness,
Father and .Redeemer hear!

In our weakness and distress,
Koek of strength, be Thou our stay!

In the pathless wilderness
Be our true and living way!

Who of us death's awful road
In the coming year shall tread?

With Thy rod and staff, 0 God,
Comfort Thou his dying head!

Keep us faithful, keep us pure,
Keep us evermore Thine own!

Help, O help us to endure,
Fit us for the promised crown!

So within Thy Palace-gate

We shall praise on golden strings

Thee, the only Potentate,
Lord of Lords, and King of Kings.

Amen.

347. 6-6-0-e, 8-8.

Look, Father, from above

In pity on Thy fold,
Kept by Thy sovereign love

While years away have rolled—
Look down upon Thy children here,
Smile on us through the opening year.

Bless'd Jesus, at Thy feet,

Monarch of earth and heaven, We wait the assurance sweet Of all our sins forgiven: Our consciences, Redeemer, clear Prom guilt and dread throughout the year.

Spirit of love and peace,

Heal every wounded heart,
Our faith and hope increase,
And holiness impart:
Our fainting souls direct and cheer
With Thy rich graces through the year.

Thus, Father, may Thy love,

Saviour, Thy gracious might,
Thy influence, heavenly Dove,
Great Comforter, unite,
To cleanse each soul, to chase each fear,
And kindle joy throughout the year.

Amen.

348. c. M.

The year is gone beyond recall,

With all its hopes and fears, With all its bright and gladdening smiles,

With all its mourners' tears.

Thy thankful people praise Thee, Lord,

For countless gifts received,
And pray for grace to keep the faith

Which saints of old believed.

To Thee Ave come, O gracious Lord,

The new-born year to bless: Defend our land from pestilence,

Give peace and plenteousness.

Forgive this nation's many sins,

The growth of vice restrain,
A nd help us all with sin to strive,

And crowns of life to gain.

O Father, let Thy watchful eye,

Still look on us in love, That we may praise Thee, year by year,

As angels do above.

All glory to the Father be,
All glory to the Son,

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