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"Go over this Jordan"
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Laudes Domini #587 (1888) Topics: Autumn First Line: There is a land of pure delight Lyrics: 1 There is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
There everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
3 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
These gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes:--
Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore. Scripture: Joshua 1:11 Languages: English Tune Title: VARINA
"Go over this Jordan"
Thanksgiving
Author: Anna L. Barbauld Hymnal: The Pilgrim Hymnal #592 (1912) Topics: Autumn First Line: Praise to God, immortal praise Tune Title: DIX
Thanksgiving
The Liberal Year
Author: John G. Whittier Hymnal: The Pilgrim Hymnal #594 (1912) Topics: Autumn First Line: Once more the liberal year laughs out Tune Title: BROOKFIELD
The Liberal Year
Song for Harvest
Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: Laudes Domini #596 (1888) Topics: Autumn First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin:
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied:
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
2 We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield:
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Grant, O Harvest-Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be!
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home:
From his field shall in that day
All offences purge away:
Give his angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast:
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.
4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
All are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin:
There, for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide:
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest Home! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE
Song for Harvest
They Shout for Joy, They Also Sing
Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The Pilgrim Hymnal #596 (1912) Topics: Autumn First Line: To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise Tune Title: BOLLES
They Shout for Joy, They Also Sing
A Song for the Harvest
Author: John White Chadwick Hymnal: The Pilgrim Hymnal #597 (1912) Topics: Autumn First Line: Now sing we a song for the harvest Tune Title: BEECHEN GROVE
A Song for the Harvest
Wir pflügen und wir streuen
Author: Jane M. Campbell; Matthias Claudius Hymnal: The Pilgrim Hymnal #598 (1912) Topics: Autumn First Line: We plough the fields and scatter Tune Title: DRESDEN
Wir pflügen und wir streuen
The Song of Harvest Home
Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The Pilgrim Hymnal #599 (1912) Topics: Autumn First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
The Song of Harvest Home
Great God, as seasons disappear
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #605 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Autumn 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! Scripture: Jeremiah 8:20
Great God, as seasons disappear
The year is swiftly waning
Author: W. W. How Hymnal: Worship Song #643 (1905) Topics: The Seasons Autumn Languages: English Tune Title: VULPIUS
The year is swiftly waning
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