4. These various mercies from above,
Matured the swelling grain;
A yellow harvest crowns Thy love,
And plenty fills the plain.
5. Seed-time and harvest, Lord, alone
Thou dost on Man bestow;
Let him not then forget to own
From Whom his blessings flow.
6. Fountain of love, our praise is Thine;
To Thee our songs we'll raise,
And all created Nature join
In sweet harmonious praise. Amen.
1. Lord of the harvest, once again
We thank Thee for the ripened grain ;
For crops safe carried, sent to cheer
Thy servants through another year;
For all sweet holy thoughts supplied
By seed-time, and by harvest-tide.
2. The bare dead grain, in autumn sown,
Its robe of vernal green puts on;
Glad from its wintry grave it springs,
Fresh garnished by the King of kings:
So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee
Shall new and glorious bodies be.
3. Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask
A lesson from the reaper's task;
So shall Thine angels issue forth;
The tares be burnt; the just of earth,
Playthings of sun and storm no more,
Be gathered to their Father's store.
4. Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said,
As Thou hast taught, for daily bread;
But not alone our bodies feed ;
Supply our fainting spirits' need!
O Bread of Life, from day to day,
Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay.
1. Lord 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 doth wake the song of mirth, When Summer warms the fruitful earth, When Winter sweeps the naked plain, Or Autumn yields its ripened grain,Still do we sing
Through all our changes Thou dost reign.
3. But chiefly when Thy liberal hand
Scatters new plenty o'er the land,
When sounds of music fill the air,
As homeward all their treasures bear;
We too will 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 food abound;
New, every year,
New praises from our lips shall sound.
5. Immortal honour, endless fame Attend the Almighty Father's Name;
All glory to the Incarnate Son,
Who for lost Man redemption won;
And equal praise
To Thee we raise,
Eternal Spirit,-Three in One. Amen.
I. What God does is done aright:
So His faithful children deem.
Though our harvest store be light,
Richly flows His mercy's stream:
When we suffer want or woe
On this changeful earth below,
He would draw our faltering love
Up to changeless joys above.
2. What God does is done aright:
Question not His sovereign will;
Though He send the withering blight,
Ere the crop our garners fill:
Earthly goods He takes away,
That our hope on Him may stay;
That our weary hearts may be
Blest in Him eternally.
3. What God does is done aright:
Though our dales and uplands mourn,
We will praise His love and might ;
To the future hopeful turn:
He has made us sons of God;
Christ for us life's paths has trod;
His eternal Word can give
Strength whereby our souls shall live.
4. What God does is done aright:
His shall be our trust, although
Here we find no Canaan bright,
Here no milk or honey flow:
God, Who doth the ravens feed,
Shall supply our daily need;
For His promise standeth sure,
And His mercies aye endure.
5. What God does is done aright:
This glad faith shall cheer our way,
Till all faith be lost in sight
In Heaven's never-ending day:
When to Thee, great Three in One,
God the Father, God the Son,
God the Spirit, we shall pour
Thanks and praise for evermore.
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