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4 Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said,
As thou hast taught, for daily bread :
Thy goodness we adore ;
A sea without a shore.
2 Sun, moon, and stars, Thy love attest
In every cheerful ray ;
And love restores the day.
3 Thy bounty every season crowns
With all the bliss it yields,
With harvests wave the fields.
4. But chiefly Thy compassions, Lord,
Are in the Gospel seen ;
Without a cloud between.
5* To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
The God whom we adore,
FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,
How rich Thy bounties are !
Proclaim Thy constant care.
When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
And sent the early rain.
3 The Spring's sweet influence was Thine,
The plants in beauty grew;
And mild refreshing dew.
4. These various mercies from above
Matured the swelling grain ;
And plenty fills the plain.
5 Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone
Thou dost on man bestow;
From whom his blessings flow.
6 Fountain of love ! our praise is Thine ·
To Thee our songs we'll raise,
292. i COME, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
We ourselves are God's own field,
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
4 Then, thou Church triumphant, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home !
There, for ever purified,
For the love that crowns our days !
For the blessings of the field,
3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ;
4 All that Spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land ;
5 These to Thee, O God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings How ;
A. L. Barbauld.
Thy mercy and Thy grace,
Be our true and living way!
In the coming year shall tread?
Comfort Thou his dying head ! 4. Keep us faithful, keep us pure,
Keep us evermore Thine own!
Fit us for the promised crown! 5 So within Thy palace gate
We shall praise, on golden strings,
GOD, our help in ages past,
And our eternal home :