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To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #186 (1920) Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
In hymns of adoration,
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise
With songs of exultation:
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
The hills with joy are ringing,
The valleys stand so thick with corn
That even they are singing.
2 And now on this our festal day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay
The first-fruits of Thy blessing.
By Thee the souls of men are fed
With gifts of grace supernal,
Thou Who dost give us daily bread,
Give us the Bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labour ends with sunset ray,
And rest is for the weary.
May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore
To garners bright elected.
4 O blessed is that land of God,
Where saints abide for ever;
Where golden fields spread fair and broad,
Where flows the crystal river:
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours to-day are blending;
Thrice blessed is that harvest-song
Which never hath an ending. Topics: Holy Days Harvest and Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #191a (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
In hymns of adoration,
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise
With shouts of exultation:
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
The hills with joy are ringing,
The valleys stand so thick with corn
That even they are singing.
2 And now, on this our festal day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay
The first-fruits of Thy blessing:
By Thee the souls of men are fed
With gifts of grace supernal;
Thou, Who dost give us daily bread,
Give us the Bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labor ends with sunset ray,
And rest is for the weary;
May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore,
To garners bright elected.
4 Oh, blessèd is that land of God,
Where saints abide for ever;
Where golden fields spread fair and broad,
Where flows the crystal river:
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours to-day are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
Which never hath an ending.
Amen. Topics: Processionals Thanksgiving and Harvest; Thanksgiving and Harvest Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: W. Chatterton Dix, 1837-98 Hymnal: The New English Hymnal #261 (1986) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
In hymns of adoration;
To thee bring sacrifice of praise
With shouts of exultation.
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
The hills with joy are ringing,
The valleys stand so thick with corn
That even they are singing.
2 And now, on this our festal day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
Upon thine altar, Lord, we lay
The first-fruits of thy blessing;
By thee the souls of men are fed
With gifts of grace supernal;
Thou who dost give us daily bread,
Give us the bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labour ends with sunset ray,
And rest is for the weary;
May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore
To garners bright elected.
4 O blessèd is that land of God,
Where saints abide for ever;
Where golden fields spread fair and broad,
Where flows the crystal river:
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours to-day are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
Which never hath an ending. Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: William Chatterton Dix, 1837-1898 Hymnal: Common Praise #274 (2000) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
in hymns of adoration,
to thee bring sacrifice of praise
with shouts of exultation:
bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
the hills with joy are ringing,
the valleys stand so thick with corn
that even they are singing.
2 And now, on this our festal day,
thy bounteous hand confessing,
upon thine altar, Lord, we lay
the first-fruits of thy blessing:
by thee the hungry soul is fed
with gifts of grace supernal;
thou who dost give us earthly bread,
give us the bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
and often toil seems dreary;
but labour ends with sunset ray,
and rest comes for the weary:
may we, the angel-reaping o'er,
stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore
to garners bright elected.
4 O blessèd is that land of God,
where saints abide for ever;
where golden fields spread far and broad,
where flows the crystal river:
the strains of all its holy throng
with ours today are blending;
thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
which never hath an ending. Scripture: Deuteronomy 26:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: William Chatterton Dix (1837-1898) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #289 (2013) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
in hymns of adoration,
to thee bring sacrifice of praise
with shouts of exultation:
bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
the hills with joy are ringing,
the valleys stand so thick with corn
that even they are singing.
2 And now, on this our festal day,
thy bounteous hand confessing,
upon thine altar, Lord, we lay
the first-fruits of thy blessing:
by thee the hungry soul is fed
with gifts of grace supernal;
thou who dost give us earthly bread,
give us the bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
and often toil seems dreary;
but labour ends with sunset ray,
and rest comes for the weary:
may we, the angel-reaping o'er,
stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore
to garners bright elected.
4 O blessèd is that land of God,
where saints abide for ever;
where golden fields spread far and broad,
where flows the crystal river:
the strains of all its holy throng
with ours today are blending;
thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
which never hath an ending. Topics: Blessing; Eternal Life; Food and Hunger; Future hope; Harvest; Harvest Thanksgiving; Praise; Providence; Rest; Work Scripture: Exodus 23:15-16 Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise
Author: William Chatterton Dix Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #570 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
In hymns of adoration,
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise
With shouts of exultation:
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
The hills with joy are ringing,
The valleys stand so thick with corn
That even they are singing.
2 And now, on this our festal day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay
The first-fruits of Thy blessing:
By Thee the souls of men are fed
With gifts of grace supernal;
Thou who dost give us daily bread,
Give us the Bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labor ends with sunset ray,
And rest is for the weary;
May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore,
To garners bright elected.
4 O blessèd is that land of God
Where saints abide for ever,
Where golden fields spread fair and broad,
Where flows the crystal river:
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours to-day are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
Which never hath an ending.
Amen. Topics: Occasional Thanksgiving Day; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: William Chatterton Dix, 1837-1898 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #696 (2000) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
in hymns of adoration;
to thee bring sacrifice of praise
with shouts of exultation:
bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
the hills with joy are ringing,
the valleys stand so thick with corn
that even they are singing.
2 And now, on this our festal day,
thy bounteous hand confessing,
upon thine altar, Lord, we lay
the first-fruits of thy blessing:
by thee our souls are truly fed
with gifts of grace supernal;
thou who dost give us earthly bread,
give us the bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
and often toil seems dreary;
but labour ends with sunset ray,
and rest comes for the weary:
may we, the angel-reaping o'er,
stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore
to garners bright elected.
4 O blessèd is that land of God,
where saints abide for ever;
where golden fields spread far and broad,
where flows the crystal river:
the strains of all its holy throng
with ours today are blending;
thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
which never hath an ending. Topics: Harvest Festival Scripture: Deuteronomy 26:9-11 Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: William Chatterton Dix, 1837-1898 Hymnal: CPWI Hymnal #723 (2010) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 1 To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
in hymns of adoration,
to thee bring sacrifice of praise
with shouts of exultation:
bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
the hills with joy are ringing,
the valleys stand so thick with corn
that even they are singing.
2 And now, on this our festal day,
thy bounteous hand confessing,
upon thine altar, Lord, we lay
the first-fruits of thy blessing:
by thee the souls of men are fed
with gifts of grace supernal,
thou, who dost give us earthly bread,
give us the Bread Eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
and often toil seems dreary;
but labour ends with sunset ray,
and rest comes for the weary:
may we, the angel-reaping o'er,
stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore
to garners bright elected.
4 O blessèd is that land of God,
where saints abide for ever;
where golden fields spread far and broad,
where flows the crystal river:
the strains of all its holy throng
with ours today are blending;
thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
which never hath an ending. Topics: Sacraments and Other Occasions Harvest Scripture: Psalm 65:11 Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Ĉe l' Kristofesto ĝojas ni
Author: Ellen Gregory Hymnal: TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #61 First Line: Ĉe l' Kristofesto ĝojas ni pri Kristo, infaneto Lyrics: 1. Ĉe l' Kristofesto ĝojas ni pri Kristo, infaneto.
En Betlehem' naskiĝis li, kaj kuŝis en trogeto.
Ŝafistoj apud Betlehem' anĝelajn voĉojn aŭdis;
Do ili venis vidi lin, kaj ĝoje Dion laŭdis.
2. Al Betlehem', serĉante lin, la Saĝaj Viroj iris;
Ĉar bela brila stelo pri Jesuo antaŭdiris.
En domo ili trovis lin, kaj tie, adorante,
Sin klinis teren antaŭ li, donacojn prezentante.
3. Al Dio laŭdu ankaŭ ni, ĉar Jesu-Kristo venis;
Fariĝis viro sur la ter', kaj al la homoj benis.
Ĉiela Reĝo estas li, do venu, adorante!
Kun amo ni servadu lin fidele kaj konstante. Topics: Christmas Scripture: Luke 2:16 Languages: Esperanto Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
Ĉe l' Kristofesto ĝojas ni
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: Northfield Hymns for Young People #118 (1910) Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
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