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2 Wake in our breast the living fires,

The holy faith that warmed our sires;
Thy hand hath made our nation free;

To die for her is serving Thee.
3 Be Thou a pillared flame to show

The midnight snare, the silent foe;
And when the battle thunders loud,

Still guide us in its moving cloud.
4 God of all nations! Sovereign Lord!

In Thy dread Name we draw the sword,
We lift the starry flag on high

That fills with light our stormy sky.
5 From treason's rent, from murder's stain,

Guard Thou its folds till peace shall reign,
Till fort and field, till shore and sea,
Join our loud anthem, praise to Thee! Amen.

Oliver Wendell HOLMES

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4 And here Thy name, O God of love,

Their children's children shall adore,
Till these eternal hills remove,
And spring adorns the earth no more. Amen.

LEONARD BACON

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splendor thro' the skies, Our grateful songs be-fore Thy throne a - rise. A-men.

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4 Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,
Lead us from night to never-ending day;
Fill all our lives with love and grace divine,
And glory, laud and praise be ever Thine. Amen.

Daniei. C ROBERTS

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The val-leys stand so thick with corn That e-ven they are sing - ing. A-men

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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.

May we, the angel-reaping o'er,

Stand at the last accepted, Christ's golden sheaves for evermore

To garners bright elected.

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.

4 Oh, blessèd is that land of God,

Where saints abide forever;
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.

WILLIAM C. Dix

545 ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR 78. D.

GEORGE J. Elver

(d=100) Come, ye thank-ful peo - ple, come, Raise the song of har - vest - home:

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4 Even so, Lord, quickly come,

To Thy final harvest-home!
Gather Thou Thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There for ever purified,
In Thy presence to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!

Amen.
HENRY ALFORD

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