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1 Great God, we sing that might-y hand By which sup- port- ed still we stand;

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The ope-ning year Thy mercy shows; That mercy crowns it till it close. AMEN.


2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still are we guarded by our God;
By His incessant bounty fed,
By His unerring counsel led."

3 With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown,
We to Thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before Thy feet.

651 (ST. AUSTELL) 1 For Thy mercy and Thy grace,

Faithful through another year, Hear our song of thankfulness; Father, and Redeemer, hear.

2 Lo! our sins on Thee we cast,

Thee, our perfect Sacrifice; And, forgetting all the past,

Press towards our glorious prize.

Wm. Gardiner's "Sacred Melodies," 1815

3 Dark the future; let Thy light

Guide us, Bright and Morning Star: Fierce our foes, and hard the fight; Arm us, Saviour, for the war.

89 O God, the Rock of Ages. 117 Our God, our Help in ages past. 138 Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place. 517 Lord, it belongs not to my care.

4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Thou art our Joy, and Thou our Rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.

5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues;
Our Helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.
Rev. Philip Doddridge, publ. 1755

4 In our weakness and distress,

Rock of strength, be Thou our Stay; In the pathless wilderness

Be our true and living Way.

5 Keep us faithful, keep us pure,

Keep us evermore Thine own;
Help, O help us to endure;

Fit us for the promised crown.

6 So within Thy palace gate

We shall praise, on golden strings,
Thee, the only Potentate,

Lord of lords, and King of kings.
Rev. Henry Downton, 1841

The following Hymns are also suitable:

533 O God of Bethel, by whose hand.
590 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings.
618 A few more years shall roll.
639 I'm but a stranger here.

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(See also HORTON, No. 570)

Arthur H. Brown, 1876

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Hear our song of thank - ful-ness; Father, and Re-deem - er, hear. A-MEN.


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Your hearts lay down before Him,
When at His feet ye fall,
And with your lives adore Him,
Who gave His life for all.

4 To God the gracious Father,
Who made us "very good,"
To Christ, who, when we wandered,
Restored us with His blood,
And to the Holy Spirit,

Who doth upon us pour
His blessèd dews and sunshine,
Be praise for evermore.

Rev. John S. B. Monsell, 1866



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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


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:

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May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore
To garners bright elected.

4 O blessed 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.
William C. Dix, 1864

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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 offences purge away;

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Sir George J. Elvey, 1859

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Come to God's own tem- ple, come, Raise the song of har-vest-home. A-MEN.

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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 for ever purified,
In Thy presence to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home.

Rev. Henry Allord, 1844 (Text of 1867)

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