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Sing to the Lord of Harvest

Author: John Samuel Bewley Monsell Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #571 (1926) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Occasional Thanksgiving Day; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Harvest Lyrics: 1 Sing to the Lord of harvest, Sing songs of love and praise; With joyful hearts and voices Your alleluias raise: By Him the rolling seasons In fruitful order move; Sing to the Lord of harvest A song of happy love. 2 By Him the clouds drop fatness, The deserts bloom and spring, The hills leap up in gladness, The valleys laugh and sing: He filleth with His fulness All things with large increase, He crowns the year with goodness, With plenty, and with peace. 3 Heap on His sacred altar The gifts His goodness gave, The golden sheaves of harvest, The souls He died to save: Your hearts lay down before Him, When at His feet ye fall, And with your lives adore Him, Who gave His life for all. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: GREENLAND
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We Plow the Fields, and Scatter

Author: Matthias Claudius Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #569 (1926) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Occasional Thanksgiving Day; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Harvest; Thanksgiving Refrain First Line: All good gifts around us Lyrics: 1 We plow the fields, and scatter The good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered By God's almighty hand; Ht sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breezes and the sunshine, And soft, refreshing rain. 2 He only is the Maker Of all things near and far; He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey Him, By Him the birds are fed; Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread. 3 We thank Thee, then, O Father, For all things bright and good, The seedtime and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food; No gifts have we to offer For all Thy love imparts, But that which Thou desirest, Our humble, thankful hearts. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: MARIA
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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #574 (1926) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Occasional Harvest-Home; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Harvest 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 All the world is 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: Lord of harvest, grant 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 offenses 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 Even so, Lord, quickly come To Thy final harvest-home; Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There forever purified, In Thy presence to abide: Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest-home! Amen. Scripture: Matthew 13:25-26 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR
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O Gracious Hand That Freely Gives

Author: Arthur Tozer Russell Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #186 (1926) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Harvest; Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 O gracious Hand that freely gives The fruit of earth our toil to bless! O Love, by which the sinner lives, O let our tongue that love confess! 2 Our God for all our need provides; His sun alike o'er all doth shine; From none His glorious beams He hides; So rich, so free, His love divine. 3 Again this love our garners fills; This love again let all adore; The cry of want this bounty stills, Who biddeth all His Name implore. 4 O may our lives through grace abound, In holy fruits, and Thee proclaim! Let all Thy courts with praises sound Thy gracious hand, Thy wondrous Name. 5 Lord, when Thou shalt descend from heaven, Thy ransomed harvest here to reap, May in that day Thy joy be given To those who now go forth and weep. Amen. Scripture: Psalm 126:5-6 Languages: English Tune Title: WENN WIR IN HÖCHSTEN NÖTHEN SEIN
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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 Topics: Occasional Thanksgiving Day; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival 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. Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
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What Our Father Does Is Well

Author: Benjamin Schmolck Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #466 (1926) Meter: 7.7.7.7.7.7 Topics: Way of Salvation Sanctification; A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Harvest Lyrics: 1 What our Father does is well; Blessed truth His children tell! Though for plenty He send want, Though the harvest store be scant, Yet we rest upon His love, Seeking better things above. 2 What our Father does is well; Shall the wilful heart rebel If a blessing He withhold In the field, or in the fold? Is He not Himself to be All our store eternally? 3 What our Father does is well; Though He sadden hill and dell, Upward yet our praises rise For the strength His Word supplies. He has called us sons of God; Can we murmur at His rod? 4 What our Father does is well; May the thought within us dwell. Though nor milk nor honey flow In our barren Canaan now, God can save us in our need, God can bless us, God can feed. 5 Therefore unto Him we raise Hymns of glory, songs of praise; To the Father and the Son And the Spirit, Three in One, Honor, might, and glory be Now and through eternity. Amen. Scripture: Ecclesiastes 8:12 Languages: English Tune Title: LUX PRIMA
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My Soul, Repeat His Praise

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #293 (1926) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 My soul, repeat His praise, Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide; And, when His wrath is felt, His strokes are few than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His power subdues our sins; And His forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 6 But Thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure, And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. Amen. Scripture: Psalm 103 Languages: English Tune Title: BARNBY'S HYMNARY, TUNE 525
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Come, Sound His Praise Abroad

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #294 (1926) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Come, sound His praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the Sov'reign God, The universal King. 2 He formed the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound; The watery worlds are all His own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at His throne; Come, bow before the Lord. We are His work, and not our own: He formed us by His Word. 4 To-day attend His voice, Nor dare provoke His rod; Come, like the people of His choice, And own your gracious God. Amen. Scripture: Psalm 95 Languages: English Tune Title: DENNIS
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Lord, with Glowing Heart I'd Praise Thee

Author: Francis Scott Key Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #296 (1926) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Lord, with glowing heart I’d praise Thee For the bliss Thy love bestows, For the pard'ning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows. Help, O God, my weak endeavor; This dull soul to rapture raise: Thou must light the flame, or never Can my love be warmed to praise. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, Wretched wanderer, far astray; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away. Praise, with love’s devoutest feeling, Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, And, the light of hope revealing, Bade the bloodstained Cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom’s ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express; Low before Thy footstool kneeling, Deign Thy suppliant’s prayer to bless. Let Thy grace, my soul’s chief treasure, Love’s pure flame within me raise: And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth Thy praise. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: AUTUMN
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Now Thank We All Our God

Author: Martin Rinkart; Miss Catherine Winkworth Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #299 (1926) Meter: 6.7.6.7.6.6.6.6 Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival; Thanksgiving; Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Now thank we all our God With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom His world rejoices; Who from our mother's arms Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours today. 2 O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts And blessèd peace to cheer us; And keep us in His grace, And guide us when perplexed, And free us from all ills In this world and the next. 3 All praise and thanks to God The Father now be given, The Son, and Him who reigns With them in highest heaven: The One eternal God, Whom earth and heaven adore; For thus it was, is now, And shall be evermore. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: NUN DANKET ALLE GOTT

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