1REAT God! in heaven and earth supreme,
J Whose glories all creation fill;
Our souls adore Thy awful name,
And humbly wait to do Thy will.
2 Thy glorious might what tongue can tell,
What force Thy sovereign power withstand?
Yet Thou dost stoop with men to dwell,
And give Thy blessings through their hand.
3 'Tis ours to feed these lambs of Thine,
And train their footsteps on to heaven;
We hail with joy the charge Divine,
And freely give as Thou hast given.
4 O fount of love, all-gracious God!
What can we offer but Thine own?
For we are Thine, redeemed with blood,
The precious blood of Christ Thy Son.
5 On these, on us, Thy grace bestow,
The contrite heart, the lowly mind;
The love of God in Christ to know,
The wisdom from above to find.
6 Defend us from the power of sin,
Save us from all self-righteous pride;
Our sure support, Thy peace within,
Our only plea, that Christ has died.
1OME, 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 What is earth but God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield?
Wheat and tares therein are sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
Ripening with a wondrous power,
Till the final harvest-hour:
Grant, O Lord of life, that we
Holy grain and pure may be.
3 For we know that Thou wilt come,
And wilt take Thy people home ;
From Thy field wilt purge away
All that doth offend, that day,
And Thine angels charge, at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In Thy garner evermore.
4 Come then, Lord of mercy, come,
Bid us sing Thy harvest-home!
Let Thy saints be gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
All upon the golden floor,
Praising Thee for evermore;
Come, with thousand angels, come;
Bid us sing Thy harvest-home!
RAISE, oh 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 filled 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,
And blest Spirit, Three in One.
Scarcity.
7. 7. 7. 7. 7. 7.
HAT our Father does is well;
Blessed truth His children tell!
Though He send, for plenty, want,
Though the harvest-store be scant,
Yet we rest upon His love,
Seeking better things above.
2 What our Father does is well;
Shall the wilful heart rebel?
If a blessing He withhold
In the field, or in the fold,
Is it not Himself to be
All our store eternally?
3 What our Father does is well;
Though He sadden hill and dell,
Upward yet our praises rise
For the strength His word supplies;
He has called us sons of God,
Can we murmur at His rod ?
4 What our Father does is well;
May the thought within us dwell;
Though nor milk nor honey flow
In our barren Canaan now,
God can save us in our need,
God can bless us, God can feed.
5 Therefore unto Him we raise
Hymns of glory, songs of praise;
To the Father, and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One,
Honour, might, and glory be,
Now, and through eternity.
1 TN grief and fear, to Thee, O Lord,
We now for succour fly:
Thine awful judgments are abroad;
Oh shield us, lest we die.
2 The fell disease on every side
Walks forth with tainted breath;
And pestilence, with rapid stride,
Bestrews the land with death.
3 Oh look with pity on the scene
Of sadness and of dread,
And let Thine angel stand between
The living and the dead.
4 With contrite hearts to Thee, our King,
We turn, who oft have strayed;
Accept the sacrifice we bring,
And let the plague be stayed.
1REAT King of nations, hear our prayer,
While at Thy feet we fall,
And humbly, with united cry,
To Thee for mercy call.
2 Our guilt we own, but grace
Oh turn us not away!
But hear us, Lord, for Jesu's sake,
And help us when we pray.
3 Our fathers' sins were manifold,
And ours no less we own;
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