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Ps. lxv. 11.

1 ETERNAL source of every joy,

Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

2 While, as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady pole,
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.

3 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive songs of praise:
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With opening light and closing shade.

4 O may our more harmonious tongues
In worlds unknown pursue these songs;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more a.

"I will joy in the God of my salvation."
HAB. iii. 18.

1 PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.

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2 For the blessings of the field;
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the vine's exalted juice;
For the generous olive's use.

3 Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews;
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse :

4 All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land,

All that liberal autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores :

5 These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

6 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear
From its stem the ripening ear;
Should the fig-tree's blasted shoot
Drop her green untimely fruit;

7 Should the vine put forth no more,
Nor the olive yield her store;

Though the sickening flocks should fall,
And the herds desert the stall;

8 Yet to thee my soul should raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise;
And, when every blessing's flown,
Love thee for thyself alone1.

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"Who giveth food to all flesh; for his mercy
endureth for ever."-Ps. cxxxvi. 25.

1 PRAISE, O praise our God and King;
Hymns of adoration sing;

For his mercies still endure

Ever faithful, ever sure.

2 Praise him that he made the sun
Day by day his course to run;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure:

3 And the silver moon by night,
Shining with her gentle light;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.

4 Praise him that he gave the rain
To mature the swelling grain;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure:

5 And hath bid the fruitful field
Crops of precious increase yield;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.

6 Praise him for our harvest-store,
He hath fill'd the garner-floor;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure:

7 And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss;
For his mercies still endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.

8 Glory to our bounteous King;
Glory let creation sing;

Glory to the Father, Son,

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And Blest Spirit, Three in One. Amen.

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"They joy before thee according to the joy
in harvest."-ISA. ix. 3.

1 LORD of the harvest, thee we hail;
Thine ancient promise doth not fail;
The varying seasons haste their round,
With goodness all our years are crown'd;
Our thanks we pay,

This holy day;

O let our hearts in tune be found.

2 If spring doth wake the song of mirth;
If summer warms the fruitful earth;
When winter sweeps the naked plain,
Or autumn yields its ripen'd grain,
Still do we sing

To thee, our King;

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Through all their changes thou dost reign.

3 But chiefly, when thy liberal hand
Scatters new plenty o'er the land,
When sounds of music fill the air,
As homeward all their treasures bear;
We too will raise

Our hymn of praise,

For we thy common bounties share.

4 Lord of the harvest, all is thine:
The rains that fall, the suns that shine,
The seed once hidden in the ground,
The skill that makes our fruits abound:

New every year

Thy gifts appear;

New praises from our lips shall sound 8.

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"While the earth remaineth, seed time and harvest
shall not cease."-GEN. viii. 22.

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1 FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,

Thy goodness mark'd its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence was thine,
The plants in beauty grew;

Thou gav'st refulgent suns to shine,
And mild refreshing dew.

4 These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain;
A yellow harvest crowns thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone
Thou dost on man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own
From whom his blessings flow.

6 Fountain of love, our praise is thine;
To thee our songs we'll raise,

And all created nature join

In sweet harmonious praise .

"He shall come again with rejoicing, bringing [DOUBLE 7s.
his sheaves with him."-Ps. cxxvi. 6.

1 COME, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home :

All is safely gather'd in,

Ere the winter storms begin;