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Great God, As Seasons Disappear

Author: Edmund Butcher Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10170 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Great God, as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year, Thy favor still has crowned our days, And we would celebrate Thy praise. 2 The harvest song would we repeat, Thou givest us the finest wheat; The joys of harvest we have known; The praise, O Lord is all Thine own. 3 Our tables spread, our garners stored, O give us hearts to bless Thee, Lord: Forbid it, Source of light and love, That hearts and lives should barren prove. 4 Another harvest comes apace: Ripen our spirits by Thy grace, That we may calmly meet the blow The sickle gives to lay us low. 5 That so, when angel reapers come To gather sheaves to Thy blest home, Our spirits may be borne on high To Thy safe garner in the sky. Languages: English Tune Title: LUX MUNDI

Great God, as seasons disappear

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #605 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Great God, as seasons disappear, And changes make the rolling year; As time, with rapid pinions flies, May ev'ry season make us wise. 2 Long has thy favour crown'd our days, And summer shed again its rays; No deadly cloud our sky has veil'd, No blasting winds our path assail'd. 3 Our harvest months have o'er us roll'd, And fill'd our fields with waving gold; Our tables spread, our garner stor'd! Where are our hearts to praise the Lord! 4 The solemn harvest comes apace, The closing day of life and grace: Time of decision, awful hour! Around it let no tempest low'r! 5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, Like stars in heaven to rise and shine; Then shall our happy souls above, Reap the full harvest of thy love! Topics: Autumn Scripture: Jeremiah 8:20

Great God, as seasons disappear

Author: Campbell Hymnal: The Voice of Praise #980 (1873) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Great God, as seasons disappear, And changes mark the rolling year, As time with rapid pinions flies, May every season make us wise. 2 Long has thy favor crowned our days, And summer shed again its rays; No deadly cloud our sky has vailed; No blasting winds our path assailed. 3 Our harvest months have o'er us rolled, And filled our fields with waving gold; Our tables spread, our garners stored! Where are our hearts to praise the Lord? 4 The solemn harvest comes apace, The closing day of life and grace: Time of decision, awful hour! Around it let no tempests lower! 5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine, Like stars in heaven to rise and shine; Then shall our happy souls above Reap the full harvest of thy love! Topics: The Seasons; God's Bounty