ARTHUR S. SULLIVAN 544 GOLDEN SHEAVES 8s & 75. D. 4 (J=92) To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise In hymns of ad- o To Thee bring sacrifice of praise With shouts of exul ta- tion: Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, The hills with joy are ringing, The valleys stand so thick with corn That e-ven they are singing. A-men. 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, blessed is that land of God, Where saints abide forever; Where golden fields spread fair and broad With ours to-day are blending; GEORGE J. ELVEY 545 ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR 75. D. 4 (J=100) Come, ye thank-ful people, come, Raise the song of har- vest - home: 2 The golden sunshine, vernal air, Sweet flowers and fruits Thy love declare, 3 For peaceful homes, and healthful days, 4 Thou didst not spare Thine only Son, 5 Thou giv'st the Holy Spirit's dower, 6 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven, Who givest all? 7 We lose what on ourselves we spend; 8 Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee 9 To Thee, from Whom we all derive Oh, may we ever with Thee live, Who givest all! Amen. 524 CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH 547 NUREMBERG 75. JOHANN RUDOLPH AHLE ま (J=76) Praise, O praise our God and King! Hymns of 4 ad 2 Praise Him that He made the sun 3 Praise Him that He gave the rain 4 Praise Him for our harvest-store, 5 Glory to our bounteous King; Glory to the Father, Son, And blest Spirit, Three in One. Amen. HENRY W. BAKER |