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Seed Time and Harvest.
Praise Him that He gave the rain To mature the swelling grain, For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure :
And hath bid the fruitful field Crops of precious increase yield ; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Praise Him for our harvest-store ;
He hath fill'd the garner-floor; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure ;
And for richer food than this, Pledge of everlasting bliss ;
For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Glory to our bounteous King !
Glory let Creation sing !
Glory to the Father, Son, And blest Spirit, Three in One ! Sir Henry Williams Baker. I
CCLXXl.
Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ! Bounteous source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ.
For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield ; For the vine's exalted juice, For the generous olive's use:
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