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(8.7.8.7.D. Iambic)
Composed for “Church Hymns with Tunes”, S.P.C.K., 1874.
1 | To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise | 2 | And now, on this our festal day, | |||
In hymns of adoration, | Thy bounteous hand confessing, | |||||
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise | Before Thee, thankfully we lay | |||||
With shouts of exultation; | The first-fruits of Thy blessing. | |||||
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, | By Thee the souls of men are fed | |||||
The hills with joy are ringing, | With gifts of grace supernal; | |||||
The valleys stand so thick with corn | Thou who dost give us earthly bread, | |||||
That even they are singing. | Give us the bread eternal. | |||||
3 | We bear the burden of the day, | 4 | Oh, blessèd is that land of God | |||
And often toil seems dreary; | Where saints abide for ever, | |||||
But labour ends with sunset ray, | Where golden fields spread far and broad, | |||||
And rest comes to the weary: | Where flows the crystal river. | |||||
May we, the angel-reaping o’er, | The strains of all its holy throng | |||||
Stand at the last accepted, | With ours to-day are blending; | |||||
Christ’s golden sheaves for evermore | Thrice blessèd is that harvest song | |||||
To garners bright elected. | Which never hath an ending. Amen. |
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