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Melody in Geistreiches Gesangbuch, Freylinghausen, 1704 DIE TUGEND 9. 8. 9. 8. D.
Arr. by Chas. L. Safford, 1909
NOW sing we a song for the harvest:
Thanksgiving and honor and praise For all that the bountiful Giver
Hath given to gladden our days, For grasses of upland and lowland,
For fruits of the garden and field, For gold which the mine and the furrow
To delver and husbandman yield. 2 And thanks for the harvest of beauty,
For that which the hands cannot hold, The harvest eyes only can gather,
And only our hearts can enfold.
We reap it on mountain and moorland;
We glean it from meadow and lea; We garner it in from the cloudland;
We bind it in sheaves from the sea. 3 But the song it goes deeper and higher;
There are harvests that eye cannot see; They ripen on mountains of duty,
Are reaped by the brave and the free. O Thou, who art Lord of the harvest,
The Giver who gladdens our days, Our hearts are for ever repeating Thanksgiving and honor and praise.
John W. Chadwick, 1871
LEIPSIC 7. 6. 7. 6. D.
J. L. F. Mendelssohn-Bartholdy, 1809-1847
Sing to the Lord of har · vest, Sing songs of love and praise; With joy-ful hearts and
the Lord of har. vest... 1 SING VING to the Lord of harvest,
Sing songs of love and praise;
Your alleluias raise:
In fruitful order move;
song of happy love. 2 By Him the clouds drop fatness,
The deserts bloom and spring, The hills leap up in gladness,
The valleys laugh and sing:
A song of hap
All things with large increase,
With plenty and with peace. 3 Heap on His sacred altar
The gifts His goodness gave,
The souls He died to save:
When at His feet ye fall,
John S. B. Monsell, 1868
1 THE year is swiftly waning; THE
The summer days are past;
The end is nearing fast.
In silence come and go;
No time or change canst know. 2 0 pour Thy grace upon us,
That we may worthier be,
To dwell in heaven with Thee.
Behold the bending orchards
With bounteous fruit are crowned; Lord, in our hearts more richly
Let heavenly fruits abound. 3 O, by each mercy sent us,
And by each grief and pain,
And sorrows like the rain,
With every goodly grace,
Wm. Walsham How, 1871
Ac. cept the walls that
hu- man hands Have raised to
wor - ship Thee.
10 THOU, whose own vast temple stands
Built over earth and sea,
Have raised to worship Thee.
2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send,
Within these courts to abide,
Serenely by Thy side.
3 May erring minds that worship here
Be taught the better way;
Be strengthened as they pray.
4 May faith grow firm and love grow warm,
And pure devotion rise,
Wm. Cullen Bryant, 1835
Dedication or Anniversary DAY OF REST 7. 6. 7. 6. D.
James W. Elliott, 1874
THOU whose hand has brought us
Unto this joyful day, Accept our glad thanksgiving,
And listen as we pray; And may our preparation
For this day's service be With one accord to offer
Ourselves, O Lord, to Thee. 2 For this Thy house we praise Thee,
Reared by Thine own command, For every generous bosom,
And every willing hand;
Thy glory let us see,
Are nothing without Thee.
3 And oft as here we gather,
And hearts in worship blend, May truth reveal its power,
And fervent prayer ascend;
Rise to the things above,
And all men learn Thy love, 4 And as the years roll over,
And strong affections twine, And tender memories gather
About this sacred shrine,
Its glory, ever be,
Have found their way to Thee,