The Church Hymnal ‎#191b

191b. 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 Oh, 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
• Author: W. C. Dix
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
• Publication Date: 1892
• Topic: Processionals: Thanksgiving and Harvest; Thanksgiving and Harvest

Tune Information

• Name: HARVEST HOME
• Composer: H. J. Storer
• Meter: 8.7.8.7.D.
• Key: E Major