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Bring your dearest and your best

Author: Barbara Stoddart (1865-1915) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #920 (1986) First Line: Bring your tithes into the storehouse Lyrics: 1 Bring your tithes into the storehouse, Lay your best at Jesus’ feet; Bring an offering to the altar, Make your sacrifice complete. Refrain: Bring your dearest and your best, Bring your dearest and your best, Join with us in self-denial, Bring your dearest and your best. 2 Bring your time and bring your talents, Bring the gift which costs you pain; Bring your best, your dearest treasure, Let God have his own again. 3 Though your all is very little, Cast it in God’s treasury; Jesus always recognises What is given cheerfully. 4 Prove the Lord, for he has promised That his blessings he will send; Heaven’s windows shall be opened, Mercies shall on you descend. Topics: Special occasions Self-denial Languages: English

Christ of self-denial

Author: William James Pearson (1832-92) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #921 (1986) Lyrics: 1 Christ of self-denial Who for help dost call, We have given little, Thou hast given all; Offerings and thanksgivings Thou wilt not despise; While our best we bring thee, Bless our sacrifice. 2 Having food and clothing, We will be content, Thou hast needful blessings In abundance sent; Freely by thy bounty Thou dost let us live, More and more receiving, More and more to give. 3 From thy thankful people, From each grateful home, As thy hand hath given, To thy hand shall come; Love for help is seeking, Knocking at each door, All thy children gladly Give thee more and more. Topics: Special occasions Self-denial Languages: English

This, our time of self-denial

Author: Will J. Brand (1889-1977) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #922 (1986) Topics: Special occasions Self-denial Languages: English

At harvest time our eyes behold

Author: Ruth Tracy (1870-1960) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #923 (1986) Topics: Special Occasions Harvest Languages: English

Come, ye thankful people, come

Author: Henry Alford (1810-71) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #924 (1986) Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest home; All is safely gathered in Ere the winter storms begin. God, our maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied; Come to God’s own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest home. 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, Bring thy final harvest home; Gather thou thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There, for ever purified, In thy garner to abide; Come, with all thine angels, come, Raise the glorious harvest home! Topics: Special Occasions Harvest Languages: English

Eternal Source of every joy

Author: Philip Doddridge (1702-51) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #925 (1986) Lyrics: 1 Eternal Source of every joy, Well may thy praise our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, Whose goodness crowns the circling year. 2 The flowery spring at thy command Embalms the air and paints the land; The summer rays with vigour shine, To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 3 Thy hand in autumn richly pours Through all our coasts abundant stores, And winters, softened by thy care, No more their barren aspect wear. 4 Seasons and months and weeks and days Demand successive songs of praise; Still be the cheerful homage paid With opening light and evening shade. 5 To thee by every right belongs The sweetest note in all our songs, But also what must please thee more: Our lives to serve, our hearts to adore. Topics: Special Occasions Harvest Languages: English

Our thankful hearts need joyful songs

Author: Richard Slater (1854-1939) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #926 (1986) Lyrics: 1 Our thankful hearts need joyful songs To tell thee how all praise belongs By right, dear Lord, to thee. Thy power has worked to meet our wants, Thy love has silenced all complaints, Thy goodness, Lord, we see. 2 The sower’s scattered seed has grown; In rain and snow and sun is shown Thy hand unfailing, strong, Who quickened into life the seed; The harvest is thy work indeed And thine shall be the song. 3 The reaper’s sickle work has found; The gathered fruits from tree and ground With thankfulness we store. Thy truth, O Lord, thy works declare, A Father’s love forbids all fear; We’ll trust and serve thee more. 4 O help us at this harvest time To test ourselves, by help divine, To see what fruit we bear, What promise are we making thee, As ripened souls we wish to be When harvest home draws near. Topics: Special Occasions Harvest Languages: English

Praise and thanksgiving

Author: Albert Frederick Bayly Hymnal: SBSA1986 #927 (1986) Topics: Special Occasions Harvest Languages: English

Seeds now we are sowing, and fruit they must bear

Author: Richard Slater (1854-1939) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #928 (1986) Lyrics: 1 Seeds now we are sowing, and fruit they must bear, For blessing or cursing, for joy or despair; Though we may forget them, the things of the past Will work out God’s sentence upon us at last. 2 Seeds now we are sowing, each day that we live, That must to our future its character give; When God sends his reapers, our gladness or woe Will spring from the nature of seeds we now sow. 3 O sinner, remember you’re sowing such seed, By wishing and thinking, by word and by deed, As will in the future bear evil or good, Make tares or ripe wheat for the garner of God. Topics: Special Occasions Harvest Languages: English

Sing to the Lord of harvest

Author: John Samuel Bewley Monsell (1811-75) Hymnal: SBSA1986 #929 (1986) Lyrics: 1 Sing to the Lord of harvest, Sing songs of love and praise, With joyful hearts and voices, Your hallelujahs raise; By him the rolling seasons In fruitful order move; Sing to the Lord of harvest A song of grateful love. 2 By him the clouds drop fatness, The deserts bloom and spring, The hills leap up in gladness, The valleys laugh and sing; He filleth with his fulness All things with large increase; He crowns the year with goodness, With plenty and with peace. 3 Heap on his sacred altar The gifts his good ness gave, The golden sheaves of harvest, The souls he died to save; Your hearts lay down before him, When at his feet ye fall, And with your lives adore him Who gave his life for all. Topics: Special Occasions Harvest Languages: English