880. 8s. & 7s. M. Crosse. The Sacrifice of Thanksgiving. 1 Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean, Hear us from thy bright abode, While our hearts, with true devotion, Own their great and gracious God. 2 Health and every needful blessing Are thy bounteous gifts alone; Comforts undeserved possessing, Here we bend before thy throne. 3 Thee, with humble adoration, Lord, we praise for mercies past; Still to this most favored nation May those mercies ever last. 881. 7s. M. Sacred Lyrics. Thanksgiving. 1 Swell the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels, join to sing Praises to the Heavenly King. 2 Blessings from his liberal hand Flow around this happy land: Kept by him, no foes annoy; Peace and freedom we enjoy. 3 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey,-- Never feel oppression's rod,-- Ever own and worship God. 4 Hark! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings; Let us join the choral song, And the grateful notes prolong. 882. 7s. M. Ev. Magazine. "Thou crownest the year with goodness." 1 Praise on thee, in Zion's gates, Daily, O Jehovah! waits; Unto thee, O God! belong Grateful words and holy song. 2 Thou the hope and refuge art Of remotest lands apart, Distant isles and tribes unknown, 'Mid the ocean-waste, and lone. 3 Thou dost visit earth, and rain Blessings on the thirsty plain, From the copious founts on high, From the rivers of the sky. 4 Thus the clouds thy power confess, And thy paths drop fruitfulness: And the voice of song and mirth Rises from the tribes of earth. 883. L. M. Presbyterian Coll. Goodness of God Celebrated. 1 Join, every tongue, to praise the Lord; All nature rests upon his word; Mercy and truth his courts maintain, And own his universal reign. 2 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Enriched with fruit, and dressed in flowers. 3 Thy works pronounce thy power divine; In all the earth thy glories shine; Through every month thy gifts appear; Great God, thy goodness crowns the year. 884. L. M. L. H. Sigourney. Harvest. 1 God of the year! with songs of praise And hearts of love, we come to bless Thy bounteous hand, for thou hast shed Thy manna o'er our wilderness. 2 In early spring-time thou didst fling O'er earth its robe of blossoming; And its sweet treasures, day by day, Rose quickening in thy blessed ray. 3 God of the seasons! thou hast blest The land with sunlight and with showers, And plenty o'er its bosom smiles To crown the sweet autumnal hours.