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Great God, as seasons disappear,
And changes make the rolling year;
As time, with rapid pinions flies,
May every season make us wise.
Long has thy favour crowned our days,
And summer shed again its rays;
No deadly cloud our sky has veiled,
No blasting winds our path assailed.
The harvest months have o'er us rolled,
And filled our fields with waving gold;
Our tables spread, our garners stored!
Where are our hearts to praise the Lord?
The solemn harvest comes apace,
The closing day of life and grace;
Time of decision, awful hour!
Around it let no tempests lower!
Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
Like stars in heaven to rise and shine;
Then shall our happy souls above,
Reap the full harvest of thy love!
---Alternative verses---
Our harvest months have o’er us rolled,
And filled our fields with waving gold;
Our tables spread, our garners stored,
Where are our hearts to praise the Lord?
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Jer 8:20;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 2005 | # 325 | | 1815 | # 584 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MARYTON
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1874
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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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| # 320 | D | | # 456 | D | | # 518 | E | | # 63 | E | | # 32 | E | | # 128 | Eb | | # 451 | Eb | | # 385 | Eb | | # 426 | Eb | | # 122 | Eb | | # 11 | Eb |
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