Hark! the sound of holy voices Chanting o’er the crystal sea, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Lord, to Thee! Multitudes which none can number Like the stars in glory stand, Clothed in white apparel, holding Palms of vict’ry in their hand. 2. Patriarch, and holy prophet, Who prepared the way of Christ, King, apostle, saint, confessor, Martyr and evangelist, Saintly maiden, godly matron, Widows who have watched to prayer, Joined in holy concert, singing To the Lord of all, are there. 3. They have come from tribulation And have washed their robes in blood, Washed them in the blood of Jesus; Tried they were, and firm they stood. Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, Sawn asunder, slain with sword, They have conquered death and Satan By the might of Christ the Lord. 4. Marching with Thy cross, their banner, They have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation, Thee, their Savior and their King. Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered, Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died, And by death to life immortal They were born and glorified. 5. Now they reign in heavenly glory. Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, Holy bliss and infinite. Love and peace they taste forever And all truth and knowledge see In the beatific vision Of the blessed Trinity. C. Wordsworth, 1862. HARVEST AND THANKSGIVING. 291 L. M. 6 l O Lord, whose bounteous hand again Hath poured Thy gifts in plenty down, Who all creation dost sustain And all the earth with goodness crown: Lord of the harvest, here we own Our joy Thy gift, and Thine alone. 2. O may we ne’er with thankless heart Forget from whom our blessings flow. Still, Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart; Still teach us what to Thee we owe. Lord, may our lives with fruit divine Return Thy care and prove us Thine. 3. Lord, grant that each may sow to Thee; Grant us in endless life to reap. Of every heart the Guardian be; By day and night Thy servants keep That all to Thee may joy afford On Thy great harvest-day, O Lord. Anon. 292 C. M. O Lord, I sing with lips and heart, Joy of my soul, to Thee; To earth Thy knowledge I impart As it is known to me. 2. Thou art the Fount of grace, I know, And Spring so full and free, Whence saving health and goodness flow Each day so bounteously.