|Text:||To Praise The Ever Bounteous Lord|
1 To praise the ever bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers;
He calls, and at His voice come forth
The smiling harvest hours.
2 His covenant with the earth He keeps;
My tongue His goodness sing:
Summer and winter know their time,
His harvest crowns the spring.
3 Well pleased the toiling swains behold
The waving yellow crop:
With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.
4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness:
Smile on my soul, and with Thy beams
The ripening harvest bless.
5 Then in the last great harvest I
Shall reap a glorious crop:
The harvest shall by far exceed
What I have sowed in hope.
|First Line:||To praise the ever bounteous Lord|
|Title:||To Praise The Ever Bounteous Lord|
|Source:||Hymns Devotional and Moral on Various Subjects (Bristol, England: S. Farley, 1768)|
|Composer:||William Havergal (1847)|
|Adapter:||Lowell Mason (1850)|
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