128 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 !
2 What is earth but God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield?
Wheat and tares therein are sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
Ripening with a wondrous power,
Till the final Harvest-Hour :
Grant, O Lord of Life, that we
Holy grain and pure may be.
3 For we know that thou wilt come,
And wilt take thy people home;
From thy field wilt purge away
All that doth offend, that day;
And thine angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In thy garner evermore.
4 Come, then, Lord of mercy, come,
Bid us sing thy Harvest-Home !
Let thy saints be gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
All, upon the golden floor,
Praising thee for evermore :
Come, with thousand angels, come,
Bid us sing thy Harvest-Home!
REAT God! thou dost all nations rule,
And their affairs control;
Thy power extends o'er all the earth,
Thy love from pole to pole.
2 Our native land in mercy view!
From heaven, O Lord, look down!
Thy kingdom in each heart erect!
Maintain thy rightful crown!
3 On people and on ruler let
Thy blessing, Lord, be shed;
To God and country true, may we
In wisdom's paths be led.
4 As thee their God our fathers owned,
So thou art still our King:
Thou only canst our peace maintain,
Or our deliverance bring.
5 To thee the glory we ascribe,
From whom salvation came;
In God, our shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy Name.
ARK the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long :
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes, the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes, the broken hearts to bind,
The bleeding souls to cure,
And with the treasure of his grace
To bless the humble poor.
4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thine Advent shall proclaim ;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved Name.
LEEPERS, wake, a voice is calling,
It is the watchman's voice upon thy walls,
O City of Jerusalem !
Lo! he cries the hour of midnight,
The voice is gone out into all the world,-
Where are ye Servants of the Lord!
For lo! the Bridegroom comes;
Arise and take your lamps! Alleluia !
Awake, his kingdom is at hand;
Go forth, go forth to meet your Lord!
132 UP, ye Christians, join in singing,
And praises to our Saviour bringing,
For risen is the Conqueror.
Lo! his march is now undoubted,
And all the powers of death are routed;
Lo! open lies the sepulcher.
O fair and glorious beam!
O joy in fullest stream! Alleluia !
With hero-might he wins the fight,
And scatters all the hosts of night.
133 JESUS, Lord, our Captain glorious!
O'er sin, and death, and hell victorious,
Wisdom and might to thee belong.
We confess, proclaim, adore thee,
We bow the knee, we fall before thee;
Thy love henceforth shall be our song.
The cross meanwhile we bear,
The crown ere long to wear; Alleluia !
Thy reign extend, world without end,
Let praise from all to thee ascend.
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