Text: | Great God, as seasons disappear |
Author: | Campbell |
1 Great God, as seasons disappear,
And changes mark the rolling year,
As time with rapid pinions flies,
May every season make us wise.
2 Long has thy favor crowned our days,
And summer shed again its rays;
No deadly cloud our sky has vailed;
No blasting winds our path assailed.
3 Our harvest months have o'er us rolled,
And filled our fields with waving gold;
Our tables spread, our garners stored!
Where are our hearts to praise the Lord?
4 The solemn harvest comes apace,
The closing day of life and grace:
Time of decision, awful hour!
Around it let no tempests lower!
5 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine,
Like stars in heaven to rise and shine;
Then shall our happy souls above
Reap the full harvest of thy love!
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First Line: | Great God, as seasons disappear |
Author: | Campbell |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | The Seasons; God's Bounty |