4 And here Thy name, O God of love, Their children's children shall adore, LEONARD BACON 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, Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay 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 flows the crystal river: With ours to-day are blending; 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: 546 ALMSGIVING 8.8.8.4. 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; CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH 524 |