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545 ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR 7s. D.

GEORGE J. ELVEY

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(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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2 The golden sunshine, vernal air,

Sweet flowers and fruits Thy love declare,
Where harvests ripen, Thou art there,

Who givest all!
3 For peaceful homes, and healthful days,

For all the blessings earth displays,'
We owe Thee thankfulness and praise,

Who givest all!
4 Thou not spare Thine only Son,

But gav'st Him for a world undone,
And freely with that blessed One

Thou givest all.
5 Thou giv'st the Holy Spirit's dower,

Spirit of life, and love, and power,
And dost His sevenfold graces shower

Upon us all.
6 For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,

For means of grace and hopes of heav'n,
O Lord, what can to Thee be given,

Who givest all ?
7 We lose what on ourselves we spend;

We have as treasure without end
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend,

Who givest all.
8 Whatever, Lord, we leņd to Thee

Repaid a thousandfold will be;
Then gladly will we give to Thee,

Who givest all;
9 To Thee, from whom we all derive

Our life, our gifts, our power to give;
Oh, may we ever with Thee live,
Who givest all! Amen.

CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH

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2 Praise Him that He made the sun

Day by day his course to run;
And the silver moon by night,

Shining with her gentle light.
3 Praise Him that He gave the rain

To mature the swelling grain;
And hath bid the fruitful field

Crops of precious increase yield.
4 Praise Him for our harvest-store,

He hath filled the garner-floor;
And for richer food than this,

Pledge of everlasting bliss.
5 Glory to our bounteous King;

Glory let creation sing;
Glory to the Father, Son,
And blest Spirit, Three in One. Amen.

HENRY W. BAKER

Words and music written in response to President Lincoln's Proclamation of

the first National Thanksgiving Day, 1863.

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2 For the sunshine and rainfall, enriching again

Our acres in myriads, with treasures of grain;
For the earth still unloading her manifold wealth,
For the skies beaming vigor, the winds breathing health:

Give thanks, etc.

3 For the nation's wide table, o'erflowingly spread,

Where the many have feasted, and all have been fed,
With no bondage, their God-given rights to enthral,
But liberty guarded by justice for all:

Give thanks, etc.

4 In the realms of the anvil, the loom and the plow,

Whose the mines and the fields, to Him gratefully bow:
His the flocks and the herds, sing ye hill-sides and vales;
On His ocean domains chant His name with the gales.

Give thanks, etc.

5 Of commerce and traffic, ye princes, behold

Your riches from Him, Whose the silver and gold,
Happier children of labor, true lords of the soil,
Bless the great Master-Workman Who blesseth your toil.

Give thanks, etc.

6 In the Churches of Jesus, ye worshipping throngs,

Solemn litanies mingle with jubilant songs;
The Ruler of nations beseeching to spare,
And the nation still keep the elect of His care.
Give thanks, etc. Amen.

WILLIAM A. MÜHLENBERG, ab.

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