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To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise

Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: The Hymnal, Revised and Enlarged, as adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the year of our Lord 1892 #191 (1894) Meter: 8.7 D Lyrics: 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. Languages: English Tune Title: [To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise]
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To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise

Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The Children's Hymnal #245 (1918) Languages: English Tune Title: [To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise]
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To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise

Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnary #528 (1913) Lyrics: 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 earthly 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 blessed is that land of God, Where saints abide for ever; Where golden fields spread far and broad, Where flows the crystal river: The strains of all its holy throng With ours to-day are blending; Thrice blessed is that harvest-song Which never hath an ending. Topics: Various Occasions Thanksgiving Day; Various Occassions Thanksgiving Day Tune Title: [To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise]
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To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise

Author: William C. Dix; William Chatterton Dix Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #570 (1937) Lyrics: 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.
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To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise

Author: William Chatterton Dix Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #570 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 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. Topics: Occasional Thanksgiving Day; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
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To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise

Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The Lutheran Hymnal #573 (1941) Lyrics: 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 eathly 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 forevermore, To garners bright elected. 4 Oh, blessed is that land of God Where saints abide forever, 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 blessed is that harvest song Which never hath an ending. Amen. Scripture: Psalm 65:12 Languages: English Tune Title: HARVEST HYMN
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To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise

Author: William Chatterton Dix, 1837-1898 Hymnal: Complete Anglican Hymns Old and New #696 (2000) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 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 our souls are truly fed with gifts of grace supernal; thou who dost give us earthly bread, give us the bread eternal. 3 We bear the burden of the day, and often toil seems dreary; but labour ends with sunset ray, and rest comes 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 far and broad, where flows the crystal river: the strains of all its holy throng with ours today are blending; thrice blessèd is that harvest-song which never hath an ending. Topics: Harvest Festival Scripture: Deuteronomy 26:9-11 Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
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To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise

Author: William C. Dix Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #6873 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Lyrics: 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 firstfruits of Thy blessing. By Thee all human souls are led with gifts of grace supernal; Thou, who gives us our 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 comes for the weary. May we, the angel reaping over, stand at the last accepted, Christ’s golden sheaves, forevermore to garners bright elected. 4. O blessèd is that land of God where saints abide forever, Where golden fields spread fair and broad, where flows the crystal river. The strains of all its holy throng with ours today are blending; Thrice blessèd is that harvest song which never hath an ending. Languages: English Tune Title: BISHOPGARTH
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To Thee O Lord our hearts we raise

Hymnal: Twenty Hymns #3 (1919) Languages: English Tune Title: [To Thee O Lord our hearts we raise]
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To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise

Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: Twenty-Four English Hymns #4 (1923) Languages: English Tune Title: [To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise]

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