4. Come, Thou Lord of harvest, come To Thy final Harvest-home; Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin, There, forever purified, In Thy garner to abide. Come with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious Harvest-home! H. Alford, 1845. 296 7s 8 l Christ, by heav’nly hosts adored, Gracious, mighty, sov’reign Lord, God of nations, King of kings, Head of all created things, By the Church with joy contest, God o’er all forever blest; Pleading at Thy throne we stand, Save Thy people, bless our land. 2. On our fields of grass and grain Send, O Lord, the kindly rain; O’er our wide and goodly land Crown the labors of each hand. Let Thy kind protection be O’er our commerce on the sea. Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand, Bless Thy people, bless our land. 3. Let our rulers ever be Men that love and honor Thee; Let the powers by Thee ordained Be in righteousness maintained; In the people’s hearts increase Love of piety and peace. Thus united we shall stand One wide, free, and happy land. H. Harbaugh, 1860. 297 7s Praise, O praise our God and King, Hymns of adoration sing; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 2. Praise Him that He made the sun Day by day his course to run; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 3. And the silver moon by night, Shining with her gentle light; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 4. Praise Him that He gave the rain To mature the swelling grain; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 5. And hath bid the fruitful field Crops of precious increase yield; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 6. Praise Him for our harvest store, He hath filled the garner floor; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 7. And for richer food than this, Pledge of everlasting bliss; For His mercies still endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 8. Glory to our bounteous King, Glory let creation sing; Glory to the Father, Son, And the Spirit, Three in One! H. W. Baker, 1861. 298 7s 6 l Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ. All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow.