712 fTo Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise In hymns of adoration, To Thee bring sacrifice of prais Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, f2 And now, on this our festal day, mp3 We bear the burden of the day, cr But labour ends with sunset ray, mf 4 O, blessed is that land of God, Where saints abide for ever; Where golden fields spread far and broad, cr The strains of all its holy throng W. C. DIX. 713 mf 0 renown, Since Thou the earth hast trod, Thou reignest, and by Thee come down By Thee the suns of space, that burn An endless treasure yield, The precious things of the ancient hills, Forest and fruitful field. Thine is the health and Thine the wealth That in our halls abound; And Thine the beauty and the joy With which the years are crowned. mif DAYS and moments quickly flying, mf 3 Jesu, Infinite Redeemer, Blend the living with the dead; Soon will you and I be lying, Each within his narrow bed. Maker of this mortal frame, dim Teach, O teach us to remember What we are, and whence we came; 2 Soon our souls to God Who gave them, 4 Whence we came and whither wending; Will have sped their rapid flight; cr Able now by grace to save them, Soon we must through darkness go, cr To inherit life unending, Or the death of shame and woe. 5 Life passeth soon; death draweth near; With Thee to reign through eternity. Amen. E. CASWALL; v. 5, E. H. BICKERSTETH. |