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HARVEST. FOUNTAIN of mercy! God of love!
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine, How rich Thy bounties are !
The mild refreshing dew.
These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain; When in the bosom of the earth
A kindly harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
Fountain of love! our praise is Thine;
To Thee our songs we'll raise,
In sweet harmonious praise.
THIS stone to Thee in faith we lay,
We build the temple, Lord, to Thee : Thine eye be open night and day
To guard this house and sanctuary.
And dying sinners pray to live,
And when Thou hearest, О forgive!
The blessed Gospel of Thy Son, Still by the power of His great Name
Be mighty signs and wonders done. That glory never hence depart !
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; Thy kingdom come to every heart,
In every bosom fix Thy Throne.