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Hymn
Our voices with our hearts we lift
To thee, O God, in grateful praise;
For every good, and perfect gift
A song of gratitude we raise.
To thee, O God, in grateful praise;
For every good, and perfect gift
A song of gratitude we raise.
Thine is the seed in Spring we sow,
And thine the harvests that we see;
Sunshine, and rain Thou dost bestow,
And strength to labor comes from Thee.
And thine the harvests that we see;
Sunshine, and rain Thou dost bestow,
And strength to labor comes from Thee.
Thine is the fragrance of the flowers,
And beauty, that delights the eye;
And thine the hues of Autumn's bowers,
Which in transfigured glory die.
And beauty, that delights the eye;
And thine the hues of Autumn's bowers,
Which in transfigured glory die.
O God, with all thy gifts still give
The grateful, and the trusting heart;
So shall our souls have learned to live,
When called from earthly scenes to part.
The grateful, and the trusting heart;
So shall our souls have learned to live,
When called from earthly scenes to part.
Poem No. 394; date unknown
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