Till to those lofty heights we soar, 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, 3 With grateful hearts the past we own; Be Thou our joy, and Thou our rest; Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise, Adored through all our changing days. Rev. Philip Doddridge, 1755. Ab. and alt. LOWELL MASON (1792-1872), 1832. 1. THE God of har - vest praise, In loud thanksgiv-ings raise Hand, heart, and voice; The valleys still till the Master appear. His a dorable will Let us gladly fulfil, The millennial year 3 O that each in the day Of His coming might say, "I have fought my way through, "I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do." O that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, Rushes on to our view, and eternity's "Enter into My joy, and sit down on My here. throne. Rev. Charles Wesley (1708-1788), 1750. 4 All that spring with bounteous hand ELLACOMBE. C. M. D. 5 These to Thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Mrs. Anna Lætitia Barbauld (1743-1825), 1773. Ab. and alt. St. Gall. 1. WITH Songs and honors sound - ing loud, Ad dress the Lord on high: O 2 His steady counsels change the face He bids the sun cut short his race, 3 He sends His word and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, With songs and honors, sounding loud, Rev. Isaac Watts (1674-1748), 1719. Ab. ¡ 733 "The Voice of Praise." Ps. lxvi. |