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The God of harvest praise,
In loud thanksgivings, raise
Hand, heart, and voice;
The valleys laugh and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.
Of food for man and beast,
Jehovah spreads a feast,
Above, beneath:
Ye herds and flocks, draw near,
Fowls, ye are welcome here;
His goodness crowns the year
For all that breathe.
Garden and orchard ground,
Autumnal fruits have crowned,
The vintage glows:
Here plenty pours her horn;
There the full tide of corn,
Swayed by the breath of morn,
The land o'erflows.
The wind, the rain, the sun,
Their genial work have done;
Wouldst thou be fed?
Man, to thy labour bow,
Thrust in the sickle now,
Reap where thou once didst plough,
God sends thee bread.
Thy few seeds scattered wide,
His hand hath multiplied;
Here thou mayest find
Christ's miracle renewed;
With self-producing food,
He feeds a multitude,—
He feeds mankind.
The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise
With one accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along;
And in your harvest song,
Bless ye the Lord.
Yea, bless His Holy Name,
And joyous thanks proclaim
Through all the earth:
To glory in your lot
Is comely;—but be not
God's benefits forgot
Amid your mirth.
The God of harvest praise,
In loud thanksgivings, raise
Hand, heart, and voice;
The valleys laugh and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.
Of food for man and beast,
Jehovah spreads a feast,
Above, beneath:
Ye herds and flocks, draw near,
Fowls, ye are welcome here;
His goodness crowns the year
For all that breathe.
Garden and orchard ground,
Autumnal fruits have crowned,
The vintage glows:
Here plenty pours her horn;
There the full tide of corn,
Swayed by the breath of morn,
The land o'erflows.
The wind, the rain, the sun,
Their genial work have done;
Wouldst thou be fed?
Man, to thy labour bow,
Thrust in the sickle now,
Reap where thou once didst plough,
God sends thee bread.
Thy few seeds scattered wide,
His hand hath multiplied;
Here thou mayest find
Christ's miracle renewed;
With self-producing food,
He feeds a multitude,—
He feeds mankind.
The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise
With one accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along;
And in your harvest song,
Bless ye the Lord.
---Alternative verses---
Yea, bless His Holy Name,
And your souls' thanks proclaim
Through all the earth:
To glory in your lot
Is comely;—but be not
His benefits forgot
Amidst your mirth.
Yea, bless His Holy Name,
And your souls' thanks proclaim
Through all the earth:
To glory in your lot
Is comely;—but be not
His benefits forgot
Amidst your mirth.
The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise
With sweet accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song
Bless ye the Lord.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 4 6 6 6 4
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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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| 2005 | # 329 | | 1866 | # 1155 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MOSCOW (ITALIAN HYMN)
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Meter:
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6 6 4 6 6 6 4
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Dates:
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1769
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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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| # 11 | No key | | # 12 | No key | | # 202 | No key | | # 146 | No key | | # 104 | No key | | # 267 | F | | # 244 | G | | # 102 | G | | # 557 | G | | # 5 | G | | # 12 | G | | # 461 | G | | # 46 | G | | # 29 | G | | # 196 | G | | # 880 | G | | # 457 | G | | # 360 | G | | # 697 | G | | # 144 | G | | # 61 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 6 6 4 6 6 6 4 | | 6 6 4 6 6 6 4 |
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