"COME FORTH, AND BRING YOUR GARLANDS." To be sung in unison.

Come forth, and bring your gar - lands! Come forth with praise and song!

tars with your flow'rs, And to the tem-ples throng!

the glorious summer, A time for glad-some praise,

"Fore- most in peace, and first in war, First in our hearts," our Wash-ing-ton! loyal sons of loyal sires Pour'd out their blood to save the State.

And

Work the hard-y reap-ers, bind-ing

Lord-ly sheaves of gold-en corn.

A-MEN.

That the reap-ers' hur-ried foot-steps Rude-ly crush'd up on the earth.

3 Gleaners we in life's great harvest;
Seeking, in each lowly spot,
Tender grains of sweetest promise,
By the reapers heeded not.

4 Every dark and hidden corner

Of the boundless harvest-field,
Search'd with earnest, loving labor,
Germs of noble life will yield.

5 And, when earthly days are ended,
When the restful night is come,

We shall wake to share the glory

Of our Father's "Harvest Home." AMEN.