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ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
G. J. Elvey, 1858
1. Come, ye thank - ful peo - ple, come,
2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
4 Even so, Lord, quickly come,
To Thy final Harvest-Home!
468 ST. ALBAN
ST. ALBAN 6s, 58. 81. With Refrain
Arr. fr. F. J. Haydn (1732-1809)
by J. B. Dykes
1. EABTE bo - low is teem - ing, Heaven is bright & -bove; Ev - ery brow is beam-ing
joic - es,
Ev-ery thought is praise;
giv · er!
be-fore Thee. A-men.
Gladden nights and days.
Hap-py hearts and voic-es
Boun-ti - ful and free,
As the joy in bar- vest Joy we
2 For the sun and showers,
For the rain and dew, For the nurturing hours
Spring and Summer knew;
And its precious stores,
Teeming to our doors.-Ref.
3 Earth's broad harvest whitens
In a brighter sun
All we tread upon;
Where fields ripening wave,
1. Ó God, be-neath Thy guid - ing hand, Our ex-iled fa - thers cross'd the sea;
Z And when they trod the win-t'ry strand, With pray'r and psalm they worship'd Thee. A-men.
2 Thou heard'st, well pleased, the song, the
prayer: Thy blessing came; and still its power Shall onward, through all ages, bear
The memory of that holy hour. 3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God
Came with those exiles o'er the waves;
And where their pilgrim feet have trod,
Their children's children shall adore, Till these eternal hills remove,
And spring adorns the earth no more.
L. Bacon, 1833
470 SILVER STREET S. M.
I. Smith, c. 1770
2 Oh, for the living flame
From His own altar brought,
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.
The Lord your God adore ;
2 All the plenty summer pours;
Pure religion's holier beams: Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Grateful vows and solemn praise. Yellow sheaves of ripened grain: 4 As Thy prospering hand hath blest, Lord, for these our souls shall raise
May we give Thee of our best; Grateful vows and solemn praise.
And by deeds of kindly love 3 Peace, prosperity, and health,
For Thy mercies grateful prove; Private bliss, and public wealth,
Singing thus through all our days, Knowledge with its gladdening streams, Praise to God, immortal praise.
Mrs. A. L. Barbauld, 1772 All. & Ad. 472 MONKLAND
J. B. Wilkes, 1861
2 Praise Him that He made the sun
Day by day his course to run;
Shining with her gentle light.
To mature the swelling grain;
4 Praise Him for our harvest-store,
He hath filled the garner-floor;
Pledge of everlasting bliss.
Glory let creation sing;