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!

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H. ALFORD.

C.M.

FOUNTAIN of mercy! God of love!

How rich Thy bounties are!

The changing seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.

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

Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,

The plants in beauty grew;

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

4 These varied mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain:
A kindly harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.

5 We own and bless Thy gracious sway,
Thy hand all nature hails;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,
Summer nor winter, fails.

6 Fountain of love, our praise is Thine,
To Thee our songs we'll raise,
And all created nature join
In sweet harmonious praise.

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GRE

A. FLOWERDEW.

L.M.

REAT God! as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year, Thy favour still has crowned our days, And we would celebrate Thy praise. 2 The harvest-song would we repeat; Thou givest us the finest wheat;

The joys of harvest we have known : The praise, O Lord! is all Thine own. 3 Our tables spread, our garners stored, O give us hearts to bless Thee, Lord! Forbid it, Source of light and love, That hearts and lives should barren

prove.

4 Another harvest comes apace,
Ripen our spirits by Thy grace,
That we may calmly meet the blow
The sickle gives to lay us low:
That So, when angel-reapers come,
To gather sheaves to Thy blest home,
Our spirits may be borne on high,
To Thy safe garner in the sky.

5

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Lo

E. BUTCHER.

Ss.

ORD of the Harvest, Thee we hail
Thine ancient promise doth not fail ;

The varying seasons haste their round;
With goodness all our years are crowned:
Our thanks we pay,

This holy day;

O let our hearts in tune be found!

2 When spring awakes the song of mirth, When summer warms the fruitful earth, When winter sweeps the naked plain, Or autumn yields its ripened grain, We still do sing,

To Thee our King;

Through all their changes Thou dost
reign.

3 But chiefly when Thy liberal hand
Bestows new plenty o'er the land,-
When sounds of music fill the air,
As, homeward, all their treasures bear;
With them we 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.

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PRA

J. H. GURNEY.

7S.

ORAISE, 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 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!

H. W. BAKER.

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WE

E plough the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,

But it is fed and watered

By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes, and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.
All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,

P.M.

Then thank the Lord, O thank the
Lord,

For all His love!

2 He only is the Maker

Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The wind and waves obey Him,
By Him the birds are fed ;
Much more to us, His children,
He gives our daily bread.
All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the
Lord,

For all His love!

3 We thank Thee then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,

The seed-time and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;