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Autumn, or the harvest is the end of the world

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCCXIII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Autumn First Line: See how brown autumn spreads the field Lyrics: 1 See how brown autumn spreads the field; Mark how the whit'ning hills are turn'd; Behold them to the reapers yield, The wheat is sav'd, the tares are burn'd. 2 Thus the great Judge with glory crown'd, Descends to reap the ripen'd earth; Angelic guards attend him down, The same who sang his humble birth. 3 In sounds of glory, hear him speak; "Go search around the flaming world, Haste, call my saints, to rise and take The seats from which their foes were hurl'd. 4 "Go burn the chaff in endless fire, In flames unquench'd consume each tare; Sinners must feel my holy ire, And sink in guilt to deep despair." 5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth, Angels obey the awful voice: They save the wheat and burn the chaff, All heav'n approves the sov'reign choice. Scripture: Matthew 13:39 Languages: English
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Autumn, or the harvest is the end of the world

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCCXIII (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Autumn First Line: See how brown autumn spreads the field Lyrics: 1 See how brown autumn spreads the field; Mark how the whit'ning hills are turn'd; Behold them to the reapers yield, The wheat is sav'd, the tares are burn'd. 2 Thus the great Judge with glory crown'd, Descends to reap the ripen'd earth; Angelic guards attend him down, The same who sang his humble birth. 3 In sounds of glory, hear him speak; "Go search around the flaming world, Haste, call my saints, to rise and take The seats from which their foes were hurl'd. 4 "Go burn the chaff in endless fire, In flames unquench'd consume each tare; Sinners must feel my holy ire, And sink in guilt to deep despair." 5 Thus ends the harvest of the earth, Angels obey the awful voice: They save the wheat and burn the chaff, All heav'n approves the sov'reign choice. Scripture: Matthew 13:39 Languages: English

For autumn's golden days

Author: Unknown Hymnal: The Beacon Song and Service book #183 (1935) Meter: 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 Topics: Autumn and Harvest Languages: English Tune Title: SERUG
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An Autumn Song

Author: Edith Lovell Thomas Hymnal: A First Book in Hymns and Worship #46 (1922) Topics: The Child out of Doors In Autumn First Line: The birds are flying southward Tune Title: [The birds are flying southward]
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Autumn

Author: Bishop Horne Hymnal: The Boston Sunday School Hymn Book #158 (1844) Topics: Autumn First Line: See the leaves around us falling Languages: English
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Heap High the Farmer's Wintry Hoard

Author: John Greenleaf Whittier Hymnal: Worship in Song #43 (1996) Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Topics: Autumn First Line: Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Lyrics: 1 Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard! Heap high the golden corn! No richer gift has autumn poured from out her lavish horn! Through vales of grass and meads of flowers our plows their furrows made, While on the hills the sun and showers of changeful April played. 2 We dropped the seed over hill and plain beneath the sun of May, And frightened from our sprouting grain the robber crows away. All through the long, bright days of June its leaves grew green and fair, And waved in hot midsummer's noon its soft and yellow hair. 3 And now with autumn's moonlit eyes, It's harvest-time has come, We pluck away the frosted leaves, and bear the treasure home. Oh let the good old crop adorn the hills our fathers (forbears) trod; Still let us, for his (this) golden corn, send up our thanks to God! Tune Title: ELLACOMBE
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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alford; Hugh Hartshorne Hymnal: Children's Hymnal #153 (1957) Topics: Autumn-Harvest; Autumn-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 blessings of the field, All the stores the gardens yield, All the fruits in full supply, Ripened 'neath the summer sky, All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land, All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores. 3 These to thee, our God, we own, Source whence all our blessings flow, And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Come, then, thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; come to God's own temple come, Raise the song of harvest home. Tune Title: [Come, ye thankful people, come]
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Come, Ye Thankful People, Come

Author: Henry Alfrod Hymnal: Worship in Song #42 (1996) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Autumn 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 blessings of the field, All the stores the gardens yield; All the fruits in full supply, Ripened 'neath the summer sky; All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores. 3 These, to thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Come, then, thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
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Praise to God, Immortal Praise

Author: Anna L. Barbauld Hymnal: Children's Hymnal #147 (1957) Topics: Autumn-Harvest Lyrics: 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. 2 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o’er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores— 3 These to thee, our God, we owe. Source whence all our blessings flow: And for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Languages: English Tune Title: [Praise to God, immortal praise]
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We Plow the Fields

Author: Jane M. Campbell; Matthias Claudius Hymnal: Children's Hymnal #151 (1957) Topics: Autumn-Harvest; Autumn-Harvest First Line: We plow the fields, and scatter 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; He sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breeze, 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 near and far; The seedtime and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food; Accept the gifts we offer, For all thy love imparts, And, what Thou most desirest Our humble, thankful hearts. Languages: English Tune Title: [We plow the fields, and scatter]

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