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Melody in Geistreiches Gesangbuch, Freylinghausen, 1704 DIE TUGEND 9. 8. 9. 8. D.

Arr. by Chas. L. Safford, 1909

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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

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the Lord of har. vest... 1 SING VING to the Lord of harvest,

Sing songs of love and praise;
With joyful hearts and voices

Your alleluias raise:
By Him the rolling seasons

In fruitful order move;
Sing to the Lord of harvest

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
He filleth with His fulness

All things with large increase,
He crowns the year with goodness,

With plenty and with peace. 3 Heap on His sacred altar

The gifts His goodness gave,
The golden sheaves of harvest,

The souls He died to save:
Your hearts lay down before Him,

When at His feet ye fall,
And with your lives adore Him,
Who gave His life for all.

John S. B. Monsell, 1868

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1 THE year is swiftly waning; THE

The summer days are past;
And life, brief life, is speeding;

The end is nearing fast.
The ever-changing seasons

In silence come and go;
But Thou, eternal Father,

No time or change canst know. 2 0 pour Thy grace upon us,

That we may worthier be,
Each year that passes o'er us,

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,
By blessings like the sunshine,

And sorrows like the rain,
Our barren hearts make fruitful

With every goodly grace,
That we Thy name may hallow,
And see at last Thy face.

Wm. Walsham How, 1871

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Ac. cept the walls that

hu- man hands Have raised to

wor - ship Thee.

A-men.

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10 THOU, whose own vast temple stands

Built over earth and sea,
Accept the walls that human hands

Have raised to worship Thee.

2 Lord, from Thine inmost glory send,

Within these courts to abide,
The peace that dwelleth without end,

Serenely by Thy side.

3 May erring minds that worship here

Be taught the better way;
And they who mourn and they who fear,

Be strengthened as they pray.

4 May faith grow firm and love grow warm,

And pure devotion rise,
While round these hallowed walls the storm
Of earth-born passion dies.

Wm. Cullen Bryant, 1835

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Dedication or Anniversary DAY OF REST 7. 6. 7. 6. D.

James W. Elliott, 1874

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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;
And now within Thy temple

Thy glory let us see,
For all its strength and beauty

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;
Here may the busy toiler

Rise to the things above,
The young, the old, be strengthened,

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,
May this its chief distinction,

Its glory, ever be,
That multitudes within it

Have found their way to Thee,
Frederic W. Goadby, 1879, v. 2, line 1, alt.

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