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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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Plead-ing at Thy throne we stand, Save Thy peo-ple, bless our land.

A- men.

2 On our fields of grass and grain
Send, O Lord, the kindly rain;
O'er our wide and goodly land
Crown the labors of each hand.
Let Thy kind protection be
O'er our commerce on the sea:
Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand,
Bless Thy people, bless our land.

3 Let our rulers ever be

Men that love and honor Thee;
Let the powers by Thee ordained
Be in righteousness maintained;
In the people's hearts increase
Love of piety and peace;
Thus united we shall stand
One wide, free, and happy land.

Amen.

550 THE HYMN TO JOY 8s & 75.

BEETHOVEN. Arr. fr. Ninth Symphony

(J=116) Joyful, joy - ful, we a-dore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love;

Hearts un-fold like flow'rs be-fore Thee, Prais-ing Thee their Sun

a-bove.

Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, Drive the dark of doubt a

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Giver of im- mor-tal glad-ness, Fill us with the light of day. A-men.

2 All Thy works with joy surround Thee,
Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,
Stars and angels sing around Thee,
Centre of unbroken praise:
Field and forest, vale and mountain,
Blooming meadow, flashing sea,
Chanting bird and flowing fountain,
Call us to rejoice in Thee.

3 Thou art giving and forgiving,

Ever blessing, ever blest, Well-spring of the joy of living, Ocean-depth of happy rest!

Thou our Father, Christ our Brother,

All who live in love are Thine:
Teach us how to love each other,
Lift us to the Joy Divine.

4 Mortals join the mighty chorus,
Which the morning stars began:
Father-love is reigning o'er us,

Brother-love binds man to man. Ever singing march we onward, Victors in the midst of strife; Joyful music lifts us sunward

In the triumph song of life. Amen.

HENRY VAN DYKE

551 DIX 7S. 61.

Arr. fr. CONRAD KOCHER

(J=96) Praise to God, im - mor- tal praise, For the love that crowns our days;

4

Boun-teous source of ev - 'ry joy, Let Thy praise our tongues em - ploy:

All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our bless-ings flow. A-men.

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Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins a way.

A-men.

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2 A few more suns shall set

O'er these dark hills of time,

And we shall be where suns are not,
A far serener clime:

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blest day;

Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

3 A few more storms shall beat

On this wild rocky shore,

And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:

Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;

Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

4 A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that bright day;

Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

5 'Tis but a little while

And He shall come again,

Who died that we might live, Who lives
That we with Him may reign:

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that glad day;

Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away. Amen.

HORATIUS BONAR

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