At the Lamb's high feast we sing.
Awake and sing the song.... .
Awake, my soul, and with the sun..

Behold the Lamb of God......
Behold the mountain of the Lord.
Behold the Saviour of mankind
Behold the throne of grace.

Blessed city, heavenly Salem.

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Come, let us to the Lord our God..
Come, Lord, and tarry not.
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare.

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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!

All 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. Amen.

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.

Come, Thou fount of every blessing
Come Thou, Holy Spirit, come
Come Thou, long-expected Jesus.

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For thee, O dear, dear country
For mercies countless as the sands
For Thy mercy and Thy grace.
Forth in Thy name, O Lord, I go
Fountain of mercy, God of Love.
From all that dwell below the skies.
From depths of grief, O God, most high

From Greenland's icy mountains.....
From highest heaven the Eternal Son.

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Glorious things of Thee are spoken

Glory, glory everlasting.

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Great God! what do I see and hear.

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Great mover of all hearts, Whose hand..

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Great Shepherd of Thy people, here..
Guide us, O Thou great Jehovah !..

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Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord!..

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Hail the day that sees Him rise
Hail the day when in the sky

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