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try strand, With prayer and psalm they wor-shipped Thee. A-men.
2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the prayer:
Thy blessing came; and still its power Shall onward through all ages bear
The memory of that holy hour.
3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God
Came with those exiles o'er the waves; ) And where their pilgrim feet have trod,
The God they trusted guards their graves.
4 And here Thy name, O God of love,
Their children's children shall adore,
splendor thro' the skies, Our grateful songs be-fore Thy throne a - rise. A-men.
2 Thy love divine hath led us in the past,
In this free land by Thee our lot is cast;
3 From war's alarms, from deadly pestilence,
Be Thy strong arm our ever sure defence,
4 Refresh Thy people on their toilsome way,
Lead us from night to never-ending day;
Daniei. C ROBERTS
The val-leys stand so thick with corn That e-ven they are sing - ing. A-men.
2 And now on this our festal day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
The first-fruits of Thy blessing.
With gifts of grace supernal,
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 7s. D.
GEORGE J. ELVEY
(d=100) Come, ye thank-ful peo - ple, come, Raise the song of har - vest - home:
546 ALMSGIVING 22.214.171.124.
John B. DYKES
2 The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruits Thy love declare,
Who givest all!
For all the blessings earth displays,
Who givest all!
But gav'st Him for a world undone,
Thou givest all.
Spirit of life, and love, and power,
Upon us all.
For means of grace and hopes of heav'n,
Who givest all ?
We have as treasure without end
Who givest all.
Repaid a thousandfold will be;
Who givest all;
Our life, our gifts, our power to give;