And crown

A-men.

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
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

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!

Arr. fr. F. J. Haydn (1732-1809) by J. B. Dykes

Boun-tiful and free,

2 For the sun and showers,
For the rain and dew,

For the nurturing hours
Spring and Summer knew;
For the golden Autumn,
And its precious stores,

For the love that brought them
Teeming to our doors.-Ref.

3 Earth's broad harvest whitens

In a brighter sun

Than the orb that lightens
All we tread upon;

Send out laborers, Father!
Where fields ripening wave,
All the nations gather,
Gather in and save.-Ref.

J. S. B. Monsell, 1869

469

DUKE STREET L. M.

J. Hatton (-1703), c. 1790

To touch our lips, our minds inspire,

And wing to Heaven our thought!

? God is our strength and song

And His salvation ours;

Then be His love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers.

4 Stand up, and bless the Lord;

The Lord your God adore;

Stand up, and bless His glorious name, Henceforth for evermore.

471 DIX 79. 61.

Arr. fr. C. Köcher (1786-1872)

2 All the plenty summer pours;
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores;
Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
3 Peace, prosperity, and health,

Private bliss, and public wealth,
Knowledge with its gladdening streams,

472 MONKLAND

7s.

Pure religion's holier beams:
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

4 As Thy prospering hand hath blest,
May we give Thee of our best;
And by deeds of kindly love
For Thy mercies grateful prove;
Singing thus through all our days,
Praise to God, immortal praise.

Mrs. A. L. Barbauld, 1772 Alt. & Ad.
J. B. Wilkes, 1861

2 Praise Him that He made the sun Day by day his course to run; And the silver moon by night, Shining with her gentle light.

3 Praise Him that He gave the rain To mature the swelling grain; And hath bid the fruitful field Crops of precious increase yield.

4 Praise Him for our harvest-store,
He hath filled the garner-floor;
And for richer food than this,
Pledge of everlasting bliss.
5 Glory to our bounteous King;
Glory let creation sing;
Glory to the Father, Son,
And blest Spirit, Three in One.