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The Spiritual Harvest. 10.10.7.
LORD of the harvest, it is right and meet
That we should lay oblations at Thy feet,

With joyful Alleluia ! 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 suppliant cry

To festal Alleluia !

4. So sing we now in tune with that great song, That all the age of ages shall prolong,

The endless Alleluia !

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, His dews have fallen on the plains of death.

At eve sing Alleluia !
11. Yea, for sweet hope fulfilled, new hope begun,
Sing Alleluia to the Almighty One,

Adoring Alleluia !
12. Glory to God! the Church in patience cries;
Glory to God! the Church in bliss replies,
With endless Alleluia !

Samuel J. Stone.

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Harvest. 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6.6.6.8.4. 1. WE plough the fields, and scatter

The good seed on the land ;
But it is fed and watered

By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,

The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.

All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,

For all His love!
2. He only is the Maker

Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,

He lights the evening star ;
The winds and waves obey Him,

By Him the birds are fed ;
Much more to us, His children,

He gives our daily bread.

All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,

For all His love!
3. We thank Thee, then, O Father,

For all things bright and good,
The seed-time and the harvest,

Our life, our health, our food.
Accept the gifts we offer

For all Thy love imparts,
And that which Thou desirest-
Our humble, thankful hearts.

All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,

For all His love!

M. Claudius, tr, Jane M. Campbell. 823 Autumn.

7.6.7.6. THE year is swiftly waning ;

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

The end is nearing fast.
2. The ever-changing seasons,

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

No time or change canst know.
3. O pour Thy grace upon us,

That we may worthier be,
Each
year
that

passes
To dwell in heaven with Thee.
4. Behold the bending orchards,

With bounteous fruit are crowned ;
Lord, in our hearts, more richly

Let heavenly fruits abound.

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5. O, by each mercy sent us,

And by each grief and pain ;
By blessings like the sunshine,

And sorrows like the rain,-
6. Our barren hearts make fruitful,

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

W. W. How. 824. Autumn,

L.M.
O GOD! in Thy autumnal skies

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

Whose evening beams “Good morrow” give, Each leaf, transfigured, mutely saith,

“As dying, and, behold ! we live."
3. God of the living,-not the dead !

Like autumn leaves we fade and flee;
Yet reigns eternal spring o'erhead,
Where souls for ever live to Thee.

Charles T. Brooks,

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825. Close of Harvest Festival.

GRE
REAT God, whose presence still abides

Where'er Thy children be,
Give to our wayward hearts to rest

Now, evermore, in Thee !
2. Then not in vain, O Lord of life,

Our prayers and hymns to-day ;
The gladness of our harvest song

Shall cheer our onward way.

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3. And though the winter follow fast

On autumn's fading glow,
Thy never-dying love will shine

Upon us here below.
4. Until from sowing, reaping, here

Thou summon us to
Where all the labours of Thy saints
Make one great harvest-home.

Dendy Agate. 826 The Seasons.

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O Him who is the Life of life,

My soul its vows would pay ;
He leads the flowery seasons on,

And gives the storm its way.
2. The winds run backward to their caves

At His divine command,
And the great deep He folds within

The hollow of His hand.
3. He clothes the grass, He makes the rose

To wear her rich attire ;
The moon He gives her patient grace,

And all the stars their fire.
4. He hears the hungry raven's cry,

And sends her young their food,
And through our evil intimates

His purposes of good.
5. He stretches out the north, He binds

The tempest in His care ;
The mountains cannot strike their roots

So deep He is not there.
6. Hid in the garment of His works,

We feel His presence still
With us, and through us fashioning
The mystery of His will.

Alice Cary.

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