821. I. The Spiritual Harvest. 10.10.7. ORD of the harvest, it is right and meet 2. Sweet is the praise that follows toil and prayer ; Sweet is the worship that with heaven we share, Who sing the Alleluia ! 3. We toiled and prayed, and Thou hast heard on high; Hast cheered our hearts and changed our sup pliant cry To festal Alleluia ! 4. So sing we now in tune with that great song, 5. To Thee, O Lord of harvest, who hast heard, And to Thy white-robed reapers given the word, We sing our Alleluia ! 6. O Christ, who in the wide world's fallow lea Hast sown in blood the precious seed, to Thee We sing our Alleluia ! 7. To Thee, O Holy Ghost, whose gracious rain And living breath hath fed the sacred grain, We sing our Alleluia ! 8. Yea, west and east the harvest men went forth': "We come" has sounded to the south and north. At morn sing Alleluia ! 9. In fields of home, in fields far far away, Toilers for Jesus hail the golden day. At noon sing Alleluia ! 10. The winds of God have blown with living breath, II. Yea, for sweet hope fulfilled, new hope begun, 12. Glory to God! the Church in patience cries; With endless Alleluia ! Samuel J. Stone. 822. Harvest. 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6.6.6.8.4. I. WE plough the fields, and scatter But it is fed and watered He sends the snow in winter, All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, 2. He only is the Maker Of all things near and far; All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, 3. We thank Thee, then, O Father, 823. For all Thy love imparts, I. Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord, For all His love! M. Claudius, tr. Jane M. Campbell. Autumn. 1. THE year is swiftly waning; The summer days are past; The end is nearing fast. But Thou, Eternal Father, No time or change canst know. 3. O pour Thy grace upon us, Each year that passes o'er us, To dwell in heaven with Thee. 4. Behold the bending orchards, 7.6.7.6. 824. I. 5. O, by each mercy sent us, And sorrows like the rain,— That we Thy name may hallow, Autumn. GOD! in Thy autumnal skies W. W. How. Thy dying woodlands glow and flame; And wheresoe'er we turn our eyes All-conquering Life! we trace Thy name. 2. Bright emblem of that tranquil faith L.M. Whose evening beams “Good morrow” give, 3. God of the living,—not the dead! 825. I. Charles T. Brooks. Close of Harvest Festival. REAT God, whose presence still abides GREAT Where'er Thy children be, Give to our wayward hearts to rest 2. Then not in vain, O Lord of life, Our prayers and hymns to-day; 826. I. 3. And though the winter follow fast Thy never-dying love will shine 4. Until from sowing, reaping, here Where all the labours of Thy saints The Seasons. Dendy Agate. TO Him who is the Life of life, He leads the flowery seasons on, 2. The winds run backward to their caves And the great deep He folds within 3. He clothes the grass, He makes the rose The moon He gives her patient grace, 4. He hears the hungry raven's cry, And sends her young their food, His purposes of good. 5. He stretches out the north, He binds The mountains cannot strike their roots 6. Hid in the garment of His works, We feel His presence still With us, and through us fashioning C.M. Alice Cary. |