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BIBERAGE, 8, 8, 8, 8, 44 8.

JUSTIN HEINRICH KNECHT.*

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• • Born at Biberach, in Swabis, 1752

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HARVEST.

L
ORD of the harvest! Thee we hail ;

Thine ancient promise doth not fail ; The varying seasons haste their round, With goodness all our years are crown'd;

Our thanks we pay,

This holy day;
O let our hearts in tune be found !

If Spring doth wake the song of mirth,
If Summer warms the fruitful earth,
When Winter sweeps the naked plain,
Or Autumn yields its ripen'd grain,-

Still do we sing

To Thee, our King; Through all their changes Thou dost reign.

But chiefly when Thy liberal hand
Scatters new plenty o'er the land,
When sounds of music fill the air,
As homeward all their treasures bear;

We too will raise

Our hymn of praise,
For we Thy common bounties share.

Lord of the harvest ! all is Thine;
The rains that fall, the suns that shine,
The seed once hidden in the ground,
The skill that makes our fruits abound;

New, every year,

Thy gifts appear;
New praises from our lips shall sound.

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