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1 Come, ye thankful people, come,

Raise the song of harvest home;
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin ;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied ;
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home.

2 All the world is God's own field,

Fruit unto his praise to yield ;
Wheat and tares together sow!,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear :
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

There forever purified,
In thy presence to abide :
Come with all thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest home.

H. ALFORD. 947 1 Praise to God, immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ!
For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield,
For the joy which harvests bring,

Grateful praises now we sing.
2 Flocks that whiten all the plain,

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain :
Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse :
All that spring, with bounteous hand,
Scatters o'er the smiling land ;
All that liberal autumn pours

From her overflowing stores :-
3 These, to that dear Source we owe,

Whence our sweetest comforts flow;
These, through all my happy days,
Claim my cheerful songs of praise,
Lord, to thee my soul should raise
Grateful, never-ending praise ;
And when every blessing's flown,
Love thee for thyself alone.

A. L. BARBAULD.

3 For the Lord our God shall come,

And shall take his harvest home :
From his field shall in that day
All offences purge away ;
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.

4 Even so, Lord, quickly come

To thy final harvest home :
Gather thou thy people in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin ;

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fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring!

With freedom's holy light; Protect us by thy might,

Great God, our King.

1 My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty, -

Of thee I sing :
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrim's pride,
From every mountain side

Let freedom ring!

S. F. SMITH.

2 My native country, thee,-
Land of the noble free,-

Thy name I love :
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills ;
My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom's song!
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake ;
Let rocks their silence break,-

The sound prolong!

949
1 God bless our native land !
Firm may she ever stand

Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do thou our country save,

By thy great might!
2 For her our prayers shall be,
Our father's God, to thee,

On thee we wait!
Be her walls Holiness ;.
Her rulers Righteousness ;
Her officers be Peace;

God save the State.
3 Lord of all truth and right,
In whom alone is might,

On thee we call !
Give us prosperity ;
Give us true liberty ;
May all th’oppressed go free ;
God save us all!

J. S. DWIGHT.

4 Our fathers' God to thee,
Author of liberty, —

To thee we sing :
Long may our land be bright

950 CHRISTMAS. C. M.

G. F. HANDEL.

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1 Lord, while for all mankind we pray, 3 But thy right hand, thy powerful arm, Of every clime and coast,

Whose succor they implored ; O hear us for our native land,

Thy providence protected them, 11: The land we love the most!://

11: Who thy great name adored. : il 2 Our fathers' sepulchres are here,

4 As thee their God our fathers owned, And here our kindred dwell :

So thou art still our King; Our children, too ; how should we love O therefore, as thou didst to them, 11: Another's land so well? :||

11: To us deliverance bring. :// 3 O guard our shores from every foe,

952 With peace our borders bless ;

1 Great King of nations, hear our prayer, With prosperous times our cities crown,

While at thy feet we fall ; 11: Our fields with plenteousness. :||

And humbly with united cry, 4 Lord of the nations, thus to thee

11: To thee for

mercy Our country we commend ; Be thou our refuge and our trust,

2 When dangers, like a stormy sea,

Beset our country round, 11: Our everlasting friend. ://

To thee we looked, to thee we cried,

J. R. WREFORD. 951

11: And help in thee was found. :|| 1 O Lord, our fathers oft have told, 3 With one consent we meekly bow In our attentive ears,

Beneath thy chastening hand, Thy wonders in their days performed, And, pouring forth confession meet, ll: And in more ancient years. : //

11: Mourn with our mourning land. :/! 2 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword, | 4 With pitying eye behold our need, To them salvation gave ;

As thus we lift our prayer ; 'Twas not theirnumber,northeirstrength, Correct us with thy judgments, Lord, 11: That did their country save ; : ||

11: Then let thy mercy spare. :||

J. H. GURNBY. 387

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1. God be with you till we meet a - gain, By his counsels guide, uphold you, 2. God be with you till we meet a-gain, 'Neath his wings securely hide you ; 3. God be with you till we meet a-gain, When life's perils thick confound you ; 4. God be with you till we meet a - gain,Keep love's banner floating o'er you ;

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With his sheep se-cure-ly fold you, God be with you till we meet a-gain.
Dai ly man-na still pro - vide you, God be with you till we meet a-gain.

Put his arms un - fail-ing round you, God be with you till we meet a-gain. Smite death's threatning wave before you, God be with you till we meet a-gain.

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