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292. i COME, 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!


We ourselves are 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.
Grant, О harvest Lord, 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 purge away
All that doth offend, that day ;
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.

4. Then, thou Church triumphant, come,

Raise the song of harvest-home!
All are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin ;

There, for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide :
Come, ten thousand angels, come;
Raise the glorious harvest-home! Amen.

H. Alford.



PRAISE to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days !
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ.


For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield ;
For the vine's exalted juice,
For the generous olive's use:

3 Flocks that whiten all the plain ;

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse :

4 All that Spring with bounteous hand

Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal Autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores :

5 These to Thee, O God, we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise. Amen.

A. L. Barbauld.


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Thy mercy and Thy grace,
Faithful through another year,
Hear our song of thankfulness,
Father, and Redeemer, hear !
In our weakness and distress,
Rock of strength! be Thou our stay!
In the pathless wilderness

Be our true and living way!
3 Who of us death's awful road

In the coming year shall tread?
With Thy rod and staff, O God,

Comfort Thou his dying head ! 4. Keep us faithful, keep us pure,

Keep us evermore Thine own!
Help, O help us to endure !

Fit us for the promised crown ! 5 So within Thy palace gate

We shall praise, on golden strings,
Thee, the only Potentate,
Lord of lords, and King of kings ! Amen.

H. Downton.



Psalm XC.
O GOD, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home :


Under the shadow of Thy throne

Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,

And our defence is sure.


Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,

To endless years the same.

4 A thousand ages in Thy sight

Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night

Before the rising sun.

5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,

With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by Thy flood,

And lost in following years.

6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away ;
They fly forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.

7 O God, our help in ages past;

Our hope for years to come;
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home! Amen.

1. Watts.


General Occasions of Worship.


GOD in His temple let us meet ;

Low on our knees before Him bend;
Here hath He fixed His mercy-seat,

Here on His worship we attend.

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Arise into Thy resting-place,

Thou and Thine ark of strength, O Lord ! Shine through the veil, we seek Thy face ;

Speak, for we hearken to Thy word.

3 With righteousness Thy priests array;

Joyful Thy chosen people be:
Let those who teach, and hear, and pray,
Let all-be holiness to Thee. Amen.

7. Montgomery.


To Thy temple we repair ;
Lord, we love to worship there;
When within the veil we meet
Christ before the mercy-seat.

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