The Song Book of the Salvation Army ‎#934

934. To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise

1 To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
In hymns of adoration,
To thee bring sacrifice of praise
With shouts of exultation;
Bright robes of gold the fields adorn,
The hills with joy are ringing,
The valleys stand so thick with corn
That even they are singing.

2 And now, on this thanksgiving day,
Thy bounteous hand confessing,
Upon thine altar, Lord, we lay
The first-fruits of thy blessing.
By thee the souls of men are fed
With gifts of grace supernal;
Thou who dost give us earthly bread,
Give us the bread eternal.

3 We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labour ends with sunset ray,
And rest comes for the weary.
May we, at last, our labours o’er,
No task for thee neglected,
Stand in thy sight for evermore,
Our offerings accepted.

4 O blessèd is that land of God
Where saints abide for ever,
Where golden fields spread far and broad,
Where flows the crystal river.
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours today are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest song
Which never hath an ending.

Text Information

• First Line: To thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
• Author: William Chatterton Dix (1837-98)
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1986
• Topic: Special Occasions: Harvest

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