Text: | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord |
Author: | Needham |
1 To praise the ever-bounteous Lord,
My soul, wake all thy powers:
He calls--and at his voice came forth
The smiling harvest hours.
2 His covenant with the earth he keeps:
My tongue, his goodness sing:
Summer and winter know their time,
The harvest crowns the spring.
3 Well please the husbandmen behold
The waving, yellow crop;
With joy they bear the sheaves away,
And sow again in hope.
4 Thus teach me, gracious God, to sow
The seeds of righteousness;
Smile on my soul, and with thy beams
The ripening harvest bless.
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First Line: | To praise the ever-bounteous Lord |
Author: | Needham |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | The Christian Nation: Thanksgiving; Summer and Harvest |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |