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Richard S. Newman, 1877

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2 All the world is 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:
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away;

Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In His Garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come, To Thy final Harvest-Home! Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There forever purified, In Thy Presence to abide: Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious Harvest-Home!

2 Our spirits faint; our sins prevail;
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail:
O Thou that hearest prayer, descend,
And still be found the sinner's Friend.
3 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills!
Evening and morning hymn Thy praise,
And earth Thy bounty wide displays.

619 NOX PRÆCESSIT C. M.

4 The year is with Thy goodness crowned
Thy clouds drop wealth the world aroun
Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing.
And nature smiles and owns her king.
5 Lord, on our souls Thine influence pour;
The moral waste within restore;
O let Thy love our spring-tide be,
And make us all bear fruit to Thee.

Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1834
J. Baptiste Calkin, 1875

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3 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Sing loud with solemn voice; every tongue exalt His praise, nd every heart rejoice.

That sits enthroned above, [Judge, In wisdom rules the worlds He made, And bids them taste His love.

5 Each shall obey His high command, And yield a full increase;

Our God will crown His chosen land With fruitfulness and peace.