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Hymn, Sung at the Thompson Jubilee, at Barre, Jan. 12, 1854
We hail our Jubilee to-day,
The Christian's Jubilee comes round!
We come our grateful vows to pay,
For this we bid the trumpet sound.
The Christian's Jubilee comes round!
We come our grateful vows to pay,
For this we bid the trumpet sound.
Its welcome notes our bosoms thrill,
For earthly blessings long enjoyed;
How large a space their memories fill,
With pleasures sweet and unalloyed!
For earthly blessings long enjoyed;
How large a space their memories fill,
With pleasures sweet and unalloyed!
The Lord has blessed each fruitful field,
And we would of his goodness tell;
Our Fathers' farms abundance yield,
And here their sons in safety dwell.
And we would of his goodness tell;
Our Fathers' farms abundance yield,
And here their sons in safety dwell.
With Health, and Liberty, and Peace,
For fifty years He's crowned our lot;
O, may these blessings never cease,
Or be in coming time forgot.
For fifty years He's crowned our lot;
O, may these blessings never cease,
Or be in coming time forgot.
For fifty years thy servant, Lord,
Has preached the Gospel of thy love;
We thank Thee for thy saving Word,
All other gifts how far above!
Has preached the Gospel of thy love;
We thank Thee for thy saving Word,
All other gifts how far above!
Behold, as in a fruitful land,
The precious seed he here has sown;
Still prosper, Lord, thy servant's hand,
And still, as Thine, the Vineyard own.
The precious seed he here has sown;
Still prosper, Lord, thy servant's hand,
And still, as Thine, the Vineyard own.
Till, resting from his earthly care,
He join thy saints in courts above;
In higher joys, and duties share,
And feel new measures of thy love.
He join thy saints in courts above;
In higher joys, and duties share,
And feel new measures of thy love.
Poem No. 761; c. 12 January 1854
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