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| LORD of the harvest! once again | |
| We thank Thee for the ripen’d grain; | |
| For crops safe carried, sent to cheer | |
| Thy servants through another year; | |
| For all sweet holy thoughts, supplied | 5 |
| By seed-time and by harvest-tide. | |
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| The bare dead grain, in autumn sown, | |
| Its robe of vernal green puts on; | |
| Glad from its wintry grave it springs, | |
| Fresh garnish’d by the King of Kings; | 10 |
| So, Lord, to those who sleep in Thee | |
| Shall new and glorious bodies be. | |
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| Nor vainly of Thy Word we ask | |
| A lesson from the reaper’s task; | |
| So shall Thine angels issue forth;— | 15 |
| The tares be burnt;—the just of earth, | |
| Playthings of sun and storm no more, | |
| Be gather’d to their Father’s store. | |
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| Daily, O Lord, our prayer is said | |
| As Thou hast taught, for daily bread; | 20 |
| But not alone our bodies feed; | |
| Supply our fainting spirits’ need; | |
| O Bread of Life! from day to day, | |
| Be Thou their Comfort, Food, and Stay! | |
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