1 Come Christians, praise your Maker's goodness,
Rejoice in Him and in His gift;
To-day before the Lord of harvest
In happy songs your voices lift;
For He who cared for us of yore
Hath bless'd our fields and homes once more.
2 Accept, O Lord, our thankful praises
For all our Father doth bestow;
May it increase our faith, and lead us
Our praise by godly lives to show;
That every deed and word may prove
We trust and own our Father's love.
3 Thou feedest us in pure compassion;
Teach us to care for others' need;
Let each, as he is able, comfort
The sick and poor, the hungry feed:
O Father Thou of all below,
On each what most he needs bestow.
4 Open Thy bounteous hands in blessing
Thus to refresh us, year by year;
Provide for us through all life's journey,
And make us faithful stewards while here
Of all that to our care is given,
That greater gifts be ours in heaven.
5 Preserve to us what Thou hast sent us,
And grant us calm and peaceful days
And grateful hearts, that we may use it
In quiet gladness to Thy praise:
And while our bodies thus are fed,
O grant our souls the Living Bread!
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First Line: | Come Christians, praise your Maker's goodness |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | The Church Year: Harvest |
Notes: | Author from Index: Liebich— Winkworth; Hymn from the German Text: So kommt denn Gottes Huld zu feiern |