of har · vest · home!

A-men.

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,
There for ever purified,
In Thy presence to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!

Henry Alford, 1844 (text of 1867)

py love.

the Lord of har. vest... 1 SING VING to the Lord of harvest,

Sing songs of love and praise;
With joyful hearts and voices

Your alleluias raise:
By Him the rolling seasons

In fruitful order move;
Sing to the Lord of harvest

song of happy love. 2 By Him the clouds drop fatness,

The deserts bloom and spring, The hills leap up in gladness,

The valleys laugh and sing:

A song of hap
He filleth with His fulness

All things with large increase,
He crowns the year with goodness,

With plenty and with peace. 3 Heap on His sacred altar

The gifts His goodness gave,
The golden sheaves of harvest,

The souls He died to save:
Your hearts lay down before Him,

When at His feet ye fall,
And with your lives adore Him,
Who gave His life for all.

John S. B. Monsell, 1868

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Ac. cept the walls that

hu- man hands Have raised to

wor - ship Thee.

A-men.

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10 THOU, whose own vast temple stands

Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands

Have raised to worship Thee.

2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send,

Within these courts to abide,
The peace that dwelleth without end,

Serenely by Thy side.

3 May erring minds that worship here

Be taught the better way;
And they who mourn and they who fear,

Be strengthened as they pray.

4 May faith grow firm and love grow warm,

And pure devotion rise,
While round these hallowed walls the storm
Of earth-born passion dies.

Wm. Cullen Bryant, 1835