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Lord of the harvest, once again,
We thank Thee for the ripened grain;
For crops safe carried, sent to cheer
Thy servants through another year;
For all sweet holy thoughts supplied
By seed time, and by harvest tide.
The bare dead grain, in autumn sown,
Its robe of vernal green it puts on;
Glad from its wintry grave it springs,
Fresh garnished by the King of kings;
So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee
Shall new and glorious bodies be.
Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask
A lesson from the reaper’s task:
So shall Thine angels issue forth:
The tares be burnt; the just of earth,
To wind and storm exposed no more,
Be gathered to their Father’s store.
Daily, O Lord, our prayers be said,
As Thou hast taught, for daily bread;
But not alone our bodies feed,
Supply our fainting spirits’ need:
O Bread of life, from day to day
Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1836
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 13:39;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1904 | # 516 | | 1922 | # 387 | | 1869 | # 281 | | 1917 | # 692 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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PRESTON
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1861
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 387 | G |
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Hymn Writer
