Come to God's own tem- ple, come, Raise the song of Har-vest-Home. A-men. 2 All the world is God's own field, 3 For the Lord our God shall come, Give His angels charge at last 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come, 468 ST. ALBAN 6s, 5s. 81. With Refrain Arr. fr. F. J. Haydn (1732-1809) by J. B. Dykes 1. EARTH be-low is teem -ing, Heaven is bright a-bove; Every brow is beam-ing Boun-tiful and free, As the joy in har-vest Joy we be-fore Thee. A-men. 2 For the sun and showers, For the nurturing hours For the love that brought them 3 Earth's broad harvest whitens In a brighter sun Than the orb that lightens Send out laborers, Father! J. S. B. Monsell, 1869 469 DUKE STREET L. M. J. Hatton (-1703), c. 1790 1. O GOD, be-neath Thy guid - ing hand, Our ex-iled fathers cross'd the sea; And when they trod the win-t'ry strand, With pray'r and psalm they worship'd Thee. A-men. To touch our lips, our minds inspire, And wing to Heaven our thought! ? God is our strength and song And His salvation ours; Then be His love in Christ proclaimed With all our ransomed powers. 4 Stand up, and bless the Lord; The Lord your God adore; Stand up, and bless His glorious name, Henceforth for evermore. 471 DIX 79. 61. Arr. fr. C. Köcher (1786-1872) 2 All the plenty summer pours; Private bliss, and public wealth, 472 MONKLAND 7s. Pure religion's holier beams: 4 As Thy prospering hand hath blest, Mrs. A. L. Barbauld, 1772 Alt. & Ad. 2 Praise Him that He made the sun Day by day his course to run; And the silver moon by night, Shining with her gentle light. 3 Praise Him that He gave the rain To mature the swelling grain; And hath bid the fruitful field Crops of precious increase yield. 4 Praise Him for our harvest-store, |