UMMER suns are glowing

SUM

Over land and sea,

Happy light is flowing
Bountiful and free.
Everything rejoices

In the mellow rays,
All earth's thousand voices
Swell the psalm of praise.
f 2 God's free mercy streameth
Over all the world,
And His banner gleameth
Everywhere unfurled.
Broad and deep and glorious

As the heaven above,
Shines in might victorious
His eternal Love.

ST. GEORGE.

567

W. W. HOW

708

ƒ COME, ye thankful people, come,

Raise the song of Harvest-Home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin;
mf God, our Maker, doth provide

For our wants to be supplied; f Come to God's own temple, come. Raise the song of Harvest-Home! mf 2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown: First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear: Lord of harvest, grant that we cr Wholesome grain and pure may be !

3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest-home! cr From His field shall in that day All offences purge away; Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, cr But the fruitful ears to store f In His garner evermore. mf 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come To Thy final harvest-home; cr Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There for ever purified,

In Thy presence to abide :

f Come, with all Thine angels, come, rall Raise the glorious Harvest-Home!

Amen.

H. ALFORD.

709

SING to the Lord of harvest,

Sing songs of love and praise;
With joyful hearts and voices
Your hallelujahs raise:
By Him the rolling seasons
In fruitful order move,
Sing to the Lord of harvest
A song of happy love.

mf 2 By Him the clouds drop fatness,
The deserts bloom and spring,
The hills leap up in gladness,
The valleys laugh and sing:
He filleth with His fulness

All things with large increase,
He crowns the year with goodness,
With plenty and with peace.

mf 3 Heap on His sacred altar
The gifts His goodness gave,
The golden sheaves of harvest,
The souls He died to save:
mp Your hearts lay down before Him,
When at His feet ye fall,
And with your lives adore Him,
Who gave His life for all.

f4 To God the gracious Father,

Who made us "very good;"

cr To Christ, Who when we wandered
Restored us with His blood;
And to the Holy Spirit,

Who doth upon us pour
His blessèd dews and sunshine,
Be praise for evermore.

Amen.

J. S. B. MONSELL.

710

harvest,

At the Master's word, In the everlasting garner, With the Lord :

thunder

Breaks not on our shore!

Fields of harvest, not of plunder, Yield their store.

f 5 Quickened unto life eternal, Bear we heavenly fruit; Lest, if barren, He reject us Branch and root.]

mf 6 Now the Church of God in patience Waits her Harvest-Home,

Till, with angels for His reapers,
Christ shall come.

Missed these weary years:cr Given back in heavenly places, Past all fears.]

mf11 Speed, O speed that glorious harvest Of the souls of men ;

When Christ's members, here long
scattered,
Meet again.

12 Glory to the Lord of harvest !
Holy Three in One!

To the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Praise be done! Amen.

J. HAMILTON.