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2 We ourselves are 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:
Grant, O Harvest Lord, 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 offences 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 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
All are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin :
There, forever purified,

In God's garner to abide;

Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest Home!
Henry Alford.

2 Blessings from His liberal hand Flow around this happy land:

Kept by Him, no foes annoy;
Peace and freedom we enjoy.

3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey;

Never feel oppression's rod,

Ever own and worship God.

4 Hark! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings;

Let us join the choral song,
And the grateful notes prolong.

Nathan Strong.

2 For the promise ever sure That while heaven and earth endure Seed-time, harvest, cold and heat Shall their yearly round complete. 3 For the care which, while we slept, Watch o'er field and furrow kept,

Watch o'er all the buried grain,
Soon to burst to life again.
4 When the reaping angels bring
Tares and wheat before the King,
Jesus, may we gathered be
In the heavenly barn to Thee.
5 Then the angel-cry shall sound,
Praise the Lamb! the lost are found;
And the answering song shall be,
Alleluia, praise to Thee-

6 Praise to Thee, the toil is o'er;
Blight and curse shall be no more;
Lo! the mighty work is done :
Glory to the Three in One. Phillimore.

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DAY-SPRING. 75.

PRUSSIAN AIR.

A-men.

2 All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain ;
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.

3 Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
All the plenty summer pours,

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DAYMAN. IOS.

Autumn's rich, o'erflowing stores: Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. 4 Peace, prosperity, and health, Private bliss, and public wealth, Knowledge with its gladdening streams, Pure religion's holier beams; Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.

J. BARNBY. 1870.

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adored.