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1. Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voi - ces, 2. Oh, may this bounteous God Through all our life
be near us, 3. All praise and thanks to God The Fa - ther now be giv : en,
Who wondrous things hath done, In whom His world re joi
our moth-er's arms
in His grace,
Hath blessed us on our way
And guide us when per - plexed, Whom heaven and earth a dore,
With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to - day.
this world and the next.
еу er - more.
COME, YE THANKFUL PEOPLE, COME.
"St. George's, Windsor." DEAN HENRY ALFORD, (1810–1871) 1845.
Sir George Job Elvey, (1816–1893) 1858.
1. Come, ye thank-ful peo - ple, come, Raise the song of Har-vest Home! 2. All the world is God's own field, Fruit un - to His praise to yield ; 3. E · ven so, Lord, quick - ly come To Thy fi · nal Har-vest Home;
All is safe - ly gath - ered in, Wheat and tares to - geth - er sown, Gath - er Thou Thy peo - plein,
Ere the win-ter storms be gin. Un - to joy or sor - row grown: Free from sor-row, free from sin;
God, our Mak - er, doth pro - vide For our wants to be sup-plied :
Come to God's own temple, come; Raise the song of Harvest Home!
SUMMER SUNS ARE GLOWING.
“Ruth." BP. WILLIAM WALSHAM How, (1823-1897) 1864.
Samuel Smith, (1821–1873) 1865.
is flow - ing, Boun • ti . ful and free. His ban ner gleam - eth Ev - ery-where un - furled. Thy lov · ing - kind ness Make us love Thee more. is dark with · out Thee; Death with Thee is bright.
PRAISE TO GOD, IMMORTAL PRAISE.
“Day-Spring.” 7s. 6 lines. MRS. ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD, (1743—1825 ) 1772.
1. Praise to God, im-mor - tal praise, For the love that crowns our days; 2. All the plen · ty sum-mer pours; Au-tumn's rich o'er-flowing stores ;
Bounteous Source of ery joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ;
All to Thee, O God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow.
3 Clouds that drop their fattening dews,
Suns that genial warmth diffuse,
4 Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss, and public wealth,