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To Thee O Lord our hearts we raise




To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
in hymns of adoration,
To Thee bring sacrifice of praise
with shouts of exultation.
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
the hills with joy are ringing,
The valleys stand so thick with corn
that even they are singing.


And now, on this our festal day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay
the firstfruits of Thy blessing.
By Thee all human souls are led
with gifts of grace supernal;
Thou, Who gives us our daily bread,
give us the bread eternal.


We bear the burden of the day,
and often toil seems dreary;
But labor ends with sunset ray,
and rest comes for the weary.
May we, the angel reaping over,
stand at the last accepted,
Christ’s golden sheaves, forevermore
to garners bright elected.


O blessèd is that land of God
where saints abide forever,
Where golden fields spread fair and broad,
where flows the crystal river.
The strains of all its holy throng
with ours today are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest song
which never hath an ending.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 7 8 7 D Iambic
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1861
      Bible Refs: Ex 23:16;
      MUSIC
      Name: GOLDEN SHEAVES
      Meter: 8 7 8 7 D Iambic
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1874
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 577F
        # 731G
        # 964G
        # 384G
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 7 8 7 D
        8 7 8 7 D
        8 7 8 7 D Iambic
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