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HARVEST PRAISE.
Fairer than Summer rose,
A smile of golden glory meets the view;
To right and left, by woodland green it glows,
And by the ocean blue.
A smile of golden glory meets the view;
To right and left, by woodland green it glows,
And by the ocean blue.
Sweeter than Summer bird,
We catch the music of a rippling voice;
With a melodious undertone 'tis heard
To whisper and rejoice.
We catch the music of a rippling voice;
With a melodious undertone 'tis heard
To whisper and rejoice.
But soon the standing sheaves
Lift up their hands to heaven and shout aloud:
Like waves at sunset all the landscape heaves
With the exulting crowd.
Lift up their hands to heaven and shout aloud:
Like waves at sunset all the landscape heaves
With the exulting crowd.
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And at that pleasant sight,
And joyous sound, we smile, and grateful raise
Our song for fields unto the harvest white,
And the Creator praise.
And joyous sound, we smile, and grateful raise
Our song for fields unto the harvest white,
And the Creator praise.
It is the Lord alone
Who calls the tender shoot from the rough clod,
And crowns the springing blade with ear full-grown,
And bids it graceful nod.
Who calls the tender shoot from the rough clod,
And crowns the springing blade with ear full-grown,
And bids it graceful nod.
'Tis His kind hand that sheds
The rain and sunshine on the yellowing corn,
Until a glittering host of helmèd heads
Each glorious field adorn.
The rain and sunshine on the yellowing corn,
Until a glittering host of helmèd heads
Each glorious field adorn.
He sends the genial hour
For gathering in the kindly fruits of earth:
He flings abroad the bounteous autumn dower
Of annual harvest mirth.
For gathering in the kindly fruits of earth:
He flings abroad the bounteous autumn dower
Of annual harvest mirth.
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Oh, then, let all men lift
Their heart and voice to God with praises meet;
But yield their highest thanks for His best gift,
The dying “Corn of Wheat!”
Their heart and voice to God with praises meet;
But yield their highest thanks for His best gift,
The dying “Corn of Wheat!”
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