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Sing to the Lord of Harvest
Author: John Samuel Bewley Monsell Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #571 (1926) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Lyrics: 1 Sing to the Lord of harvest,
Sing songs of love and praise;
With joyful hearts and voices
Your alleluias raise:
By Him the rolling seasons
In fruitful order move;
Sing to the Lord of harvest
A song of happy love.
2 By Him the clouds drop fatness,
The deserts bloom and spring,
The hills leap up in gladness,
The valleys laugh and sing:
He filleth with His fulness
All things with large increase,
He crowns the year with goodness,
With plenty, and with peace.
3 Heap on His sacred altar
The gifts His goodness gave,
The golden sheaves of harvest,
The souls He died to save:
Your hearts lay down before Him,
When at His feet ye fall,
And with your lives adore Him,
Who gave His life for all.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: GREENLAND
Sing to the Lord of Harvest
We Plow the Fields, and Scatter
Author: Matthias Claudius Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #569 (1926) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Refrain First Line: All good gifts around us Lyrics: 1 We plow the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
Ht sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft, refreshing rain.
2 He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey Him,
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, His children,
He gives our daily bread.
3 We thank Thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;
No gifts have we to offer
For all Thy love imparts,
But that which Thou desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: MARIA
We Plow the Fields, and Scatter
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #574 (1926) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come, to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
2 All the world is 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:
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offenses 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.
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come
To Thy final harvest-home;
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There forever purified,
In Thy presence to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!
Amen. Scripture: Matthew 13:25-26 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
O Gracious Hand That Freely Gives
Author: Arthur Tozer Russell Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #186 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Lyrics: 1 O gracious Hand that freely gives
The fruit of earth our toil to bless!
O Love, by which the sinner lives,
O let our tongue that love confess!
2 Our God for all our need provides;
His sun alike o'er all doth shine;
From none His glorious beams He hides;
So rich, so free, His love divine.
3 Again this love our garners fills;
This love again let all adore;
The cry of want this bounty stills,
Who biddeth all His Name implore.
4 O may our lives through grace abound,
In holy fruits, and Thee proclaim!
Let all Thy courts with praises sound
Thy gracious hand, Thy wondrous Name.
5 Lord, when Thou shalt descend from heaven,
Thy ransomed harvest here to reap,
May in that day Thy joy be given
To those who now go forth and weep.
Amen.
Scripture: Psalm 126:5-6 Languages: English Tune Title: WENN WIR IN HÖCHSTEN NÖTHEN SEIN
O Gracious Hand That Freely Gives
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 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival 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. Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #293 (1926) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat His praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
2 God will not always chide;
And, when His wrath is felt,
His strokes are few than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.
3 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
4 His power subdues our sins;
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
5 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.
6 But Thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure,
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
Amen. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: BARNBY'S HYMNARY, TUNE 525
My Soul, Repeat His Praise
What Our Father Does Is Well
Author: Benjamin Schmolck Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #466 (1926) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Lyrics: 1 What our Father does is well;
Blessed truth His children tell!
Though for plenty He send want,
Though the harvest store be scant,
Yet we rest upon His love,
Seeking better things above.
2 What our Father does is well;
Shall the wilful heart rebel
If a blessing He withhold
In the field, or in the fold?
Is He not Himself to be
All our store eternally?
3 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?
4 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.
5 Therefore unto Him we raise
Hymns of glory, songs of praise;
To the Father and the Son
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Honor, might, and glory be
Now and through eternity.
Amen. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 8:12 Languages: English Tune Title: LUX PRIMA
What Our Father Does Is Well
Thee We Adore, Eternal Lord
Author: Rev. Thomas Cotterill Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #319 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival First Line: Thee we adore, eternal Lord! Lyrics: 1 Thee we adore, eternal Lord!
We praise Thy Name with one accord.
Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see,
Thro' all the world do worship Thee,
Thro' all the world do worship Thee.
2 To Thee aloud all angels cry,
The heav'ns and all the pow'rs on high:
Thee, holy, holy, holy King,
Lord God of Hosts, they ever sing,
Lord God of Hosts, they ever sing.
3 Apostles join the glorious throng,
The prophets swell the immortal song;
The martyrs' noble army raise
Eternal anthems to Thy praise,
Eternal anthems to Thy praise.
4 From day to day, O Lord, do we
Highly exalt and honor Thee!
Thy Name we worship and adore,
World without end, forevermore,
World without end, forevermore.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PARK STREET
Thee We Adore, Eternal Lord
Come, Sound His Praise Abroad
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #294 (1926) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Lyrics: 1 Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the Sov'reign God,
The universal King.
2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.
3 Come, worship at His throne;
Come, bow before the Lord.
We are His work, and not our own:
He formed us by His Word.
4 To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God.
Amen. Scripture: Psalm 95 Languages: English Tune Title: DENNIS
Come, Sound His Praise Abroad
Lord, with Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee
Author: Francis Scott Key Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #296 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Lyrics: 1 Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee
For the bliss Thy love bestows,
For the pard'ning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows.
Help, O God, my weak endeavor;
This dull soul to rapture raise:
Thou must light the flame, or never
Can my love be warmed to praise.
2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,
Wretched wanderer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee
From the paths of death away.
Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling,
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear,
And, the light of hope revealing,
Bade the bloodstained Cross appear.
3 Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling
Vainly would my lips express;
Low before Thy footstool kneeling,
Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless.
Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure,
Love’s pure flame within me raise:
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth Thy praise.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: AUTUMN
Lord, with Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee
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