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To the Lord their first-fruits bringing

Author: Ellen Thornycroft Fowler (Mrs. A. L. Felkin) Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #626 (1917) Topics: Seasons and Ordinances First Line: Now the year is crowned with blessing Lyrics: 1 Now the year is crowned with blessing As we gather in the grain; And, our grateful thanks expressing, Loud we raise a joyous strain. Bygone days of toil and sadness Cannot now our peace destroy; For the hills are clothed with gladness, And the valleys shout for joy. Refrain: To the Lord their first-fruits bringing, All His thankful people come, To the Father praises singing For the joy of harvest-home. 2 In the spring the smiling meadows Donned their robes of living green, As the sunshine chased the shadows Swiftly o'er the changing scene; In the summer-time the story Of a riper hope was told; Then the rich autumnal glory Decked the fields in cloth of gold. [Refrain] 3 Shall not we, whose hearts are swelling With the thought of former days, Sing a joyous song foretelling Future gladness, fuller praise? For the cloud the bow retaineth With its covenant of peace, That, as long as earth remaineth, Harvest-time shall never cease. [Refrain] 4 Though the fig-tree may not flourish, Though the vine no fruit may yield, Though the earth no flocks may nourish In the fold or in the field, Still our hearts will trust His power Who the ravens stoops to feed, And the hand that clothes each flower Shall supply our utmost need. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: MORGENLIED

Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest

Author: A. G. W. Blunt, 1827-1902 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #627 (1917) Topics: Seasons and Ordinances Lyrics: 1 Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest, Bloom from the garden, and flowers from the field, Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou carest More for the love than the wealth that we yield. 2 Speak, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying; Speak to their hearts with a message of peace; Comfort the sad, who in weakness are lying; Grant the departing a gentle release. 3 Raise, Lord, to health again those who have sickened, Fair be their lives as the roses in bloom; Give of Thy grace to the souls Thou hast quickened, Gladness for sorrow and brightness for gloom. 4 We, Lord, like flowers, must bloom and must wither; We, like these blossoms, must fade and must die; Gather us, Lord, to Thy bosom for ever, Grant us a place in Thy home in the sky. Languages: English Tune Title: EPIPHANY

Come, ye thankful people, come

Author: Dean Henry Alford, 1810-1871 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #628 (1917) Topics: Seasons and Ordinances Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest-home! All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin: God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied: Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest-home! 2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown; First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear: Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest home; From His field shall in that day All offences purge away; Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come To Thy final harvest-home! Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There, for ever purified, In Thy presence to abide: Come, with all Thine angels, come. Raise the glorious harvest-home. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR