570. To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise

1 To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
In hymns of adoration,
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise
With shouts of exultation:
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
The hills with joy are ringing,
The valleys stand so thick with corn
That even they are singing.

2 And now, on this our festal day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay
The first-fruits of Thy blessing:
By Thee the souls of men are fed
With gifts of grace supernal;
Thou who dost give us daily bread,
Give us the Bread eternal.

3 We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labor ends with sunset ray,
And rest is for the weary;
May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore,
To garners bright elected.

4 O blessèd is that land of God
Where saints abide for ever,
Where golden fields spread fair and broad,
Where flows the crystal river:
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours to-day are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
Which never hath an ending.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Title: To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise
Author: William Chatterton Dix (1864)
Publication Date: 1937
Meter: 8 7, 8 7. D.
Topic: Occasional: Thanksgiving Day; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: GOLDEN SHEAVES
Composer: Arthur Seymour Sullivan (1874)
Meter: 8 7, 8 7. D.
Key: G Major or modal



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