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Our thankful hearts need joyful songs
To tell thee how all praise belongs
By right, dear Lord, to thee.
Thy power has worked to meet our wants,
Thy love has silenced all complaints,
Thy goodness, Lord, we see.
The sower's scattered seed has grown;
In rain and snow and sun is shown
Thy hand unfailing, strong,
Who quickened into life the seed;
The harvest is thy work indeed
And thine shall be the song.
The reaper's sickle work has found;
The gathered fruits from tree and ground
With thankfulness we store.
Thy truth, O Lord, thy works declare,
A Father's love forbids all fear;
We'll trust and serve thee more.
O help us at this harvest time
To test ourselves, by help divine.
To see what fruit we bear.
What promise are we making thee,
As ripened souls we wish to be
When harvest home draws near.
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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PEMBROKE
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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