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Seed Time and Harvest. 293
God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied ; Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of Harvest-Home !
We ourselves are God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield ; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown : First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear : Grant, O harvest Lord, that we Wholesome grain and pure may be !
For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest home ! From His field shall purge away All that doth offend, that day ; Give His Angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore.
Then, thou Church triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-Home !
All are safely gather'd in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin ;
There for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide :
Come, ten thousand Angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest-Home !
Henry Alford. 1844. |
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