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Harvest Thanksgiving (Sanmada buritanda)
Author: Ok In Lim; Hae Jong Kim; JM Hymnal: Sound the Bamboo #166 (2000) Topics: Harvest Thanksgiving First Line: San-ma-da bu-ri-tan-da (Picture the rugged land scape) Refrain First Line: Nu-ni dan-nŭn u-ju-gong-gan-e (Harvest far as mortal eyes can see) Scripture: Psalm 65 Languages: English; Korean Tune Title: KAM-SAH
Harvest Thanksgiving (Sanmada buritanda)
Praise and thanksgiving
Author: Albert Frederick Bayly (1901-1984) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #287 (2013) Meter: 5.5.5.4 D Topics: Harvest Thanksgiving Scripture: Genesis 1:29-31 Languages: English Tune Title: BUNESSAN
Praise and thanksgiving
Come, Sing a Song of Harvest
Author: Fred Pratt Green Hymnal: Chalice Hymnal #719 (1995) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Topics: Times and Seasons Thanksgiving; God's World Times and Seasons: Thanksgiving; Gratitude; Offering; Harvest; Thanksgiving Day Lyrics: 1 Come, sing a song of harvest,
of thanks for daily food!
To offer God the first-fruits
is old as gratitude.
2 Shall we, sometimes forgetful
of where creation starts,
view science as our savior,
lose wonder from our hearts?
3 May God, the great Creator,
to whom all life belongs,
accept these gifts we offer,
our service and our songs.
4 And lest the world go hungry
while we ourselves are fed,
make each of us more ready
to share our daily bread. Languages: English Tune Title: CHRISTUS, DER IST MEIN LEBEN
Come, Sing a Song of Harvest
The God of harvest praise
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #279 (1854) Meter: 6.6.4.6.6.6.4 Topics: Thanksgiving for harvest Lyrics:
The God of harvest praise,
In loud thanksgivings, raise
Hand, heart, and voice;
The valleys laugh and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
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The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.
Of food for man and beast,
Jehovah spreads a feast,
Above, beneath:
Ye herds and flocks, draw near,
Fowls, ye are welcome here;
His goodness crowns the year
For all that breathe.
Garden and orchard ground,
Autumnal fruits have crown'd,
The vintage glows:
Here plenty pours her horn;
There the full tide of corn,
Sway'd by the breath of morn,
The land o'erflows.
The wind, the rain, the sun,
Their genial work have done;
Wouldst thou be fed?
Man, to thy labour bow,
Thrust in the sickle now,
Reap where thou once didst plough,
God sends thee bread.
Thy few seeds scatter'd wide,
His hand hath multiplied;
Here thou may'st find
Christ's miracle renew'd;
With self-producing food,
He feeds a multitude,--
He feeds mankind.
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The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise
With one accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along;
And in your harvest song,
Bless ye the Lord.
Yea, bless His Holy Name,
And your souls' thanks proclaim
Through all the earth:
To glory in your lot
Is comely;--but be not
His benefits forgot
Amidst your mirth.
Languages: English
The God of harvest praise
Song for Harvest
Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: Laudes Domini #574 (1890) Topics: Miscellaneous; Harvest; Thanksgiving; Harvest; Thanksgiving First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come 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 We ourselves are 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:
Grant, O Harvest-Lord, 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 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!
All our safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin:
There, for ever purified,
In God's garner to abide:
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest Home! Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE
Song for Harvest
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Author: Henry Alford; Anna Barbauld Hymnal: Chalice Hymnal #718 (1995) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Times and Seasons Thanksgiving; God's World Times and Seasons: Thanksgiving; Descants; Gratitude; Harvest; Thanksgiving Day 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, does provide
for our wants to be supplied;
come to God's own temple, come,
raise the song of harvest home.
2 All the blessings of the field,
all the stores the gardens yield,
all the fruits in full supply,
ripened 'neath the summer sky,
all that spring with bounteous hand
scatters o'er the smiling land,
all that liberal autumn pours
from its rich o'erflowing stores,
3 These to thee, my God, we owe,
source whence all our blessings flow;
and for these my soul shall raise
grateful vows and solemn praise.
Come, ye thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest home;
come to God's own temple, come,
raise the song of harvest home. Scripture: Matthew 13:24-30 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, Ye Thankful People, Come
Come, ye thankful people, come
Author: H. Alford Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #193 (1898) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Processionals Thanksgiving and Harvest; Thanksgiving and Harvest 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:
Grant, O harvest Lord, 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, forever purified,
In Thy presence to abide:
Come, with all Thine angels, come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, ye thankful people, come
Come, ye thankful people, come
Author: Henry Alford (1810-1871) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #282 (2013) Meter: 7.7.7.7 D Topics: Harvest Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come,
raise the song of harvest-home:
all be 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:
grant, O harvest Lord, 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 purge away
all that doth offend, that day;
give his angels charge at last
in the fire the tares to cast,
but the fruitful ears to store
in his garner evermore.
4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come,
raise the song of harvest-home;
all be safely gathered in,
free from sorrow, free from sin,
there for ever purified
in God's garner to abide:
come, ten thousand angels, come,
raise the glorious harvest-home! Scripture: Exodus 23:16 Languages: English Tune Title: ST GEORGE'S WINDSOR
Come, ye thankful people, come
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #191b (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Processionals Thanksgiving and Harvest; Thanksgiving and Harvest Lyrics: 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 our festal 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 daily bread,
Give us the Bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labor ends with sunset ray,
And rest is for the weary;
May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore,
To garners bright elected.
4 Oh, blessèd is that land of God,
Where saints abide for ever;
Where golden fields spread fair and broad,
Where flows the crystal river:
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours to-day are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
Which never hath an ending.
Amen. Tune Title: HARVEST HOME
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Harvest Hymn
Author: Rev. Henry Alford (1810-1871) Hymnal: Many Voices; or, Carmina Sanctorum, Evangelistic Edition with Tunes #536 (1891) Topics: Harvest; Thanksgiving; Thanksgiving First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come Scripture: Exodus 23:16 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL
Harvest Hymn
We Plow the Fields, and Scatter
Author: Matthias Claudius Hymnal: The Hymnal and Order of Service #569 (1926) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: A Day of Thanksgiving or a Harvest Festival Refrain First Line: All good gifts around us Lyrics: 1 We plow the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
Ht sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft, refreshing rain.
2 He only is the Maker
Of all things near and far;
He paints the wayside flower,
He lights the evening star;
The winds and waves obey Him,
By Him the birds are fed;
Much more to us, His children,
He gives our daily bread.
3 We thank Thee, then, O Father,
For all things bright and good,
The seedtime and the harvest,
Our life, our health, our food;
No gifts have we to offer
For all Thy love imparts,
But that which Thou desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: MARIA
We Plow the Fields, and Scatter
For the fruits of all creation
Author: Fred Pratt Green (1903-2000) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #284 (2013) Meter: 8.4.8.4.8.8.8.4 Topics: Harvest Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 For the fruits of all creation,
thanks be to God;
for the gifts to every nation,
thanks be to God;
for the ploughing, sowing, reaping,
silent growth while we are sleeping,
future needs in earth's safe-keeping,
thanks be to God.
2 In the just reward of labour,
God's will is done;
in the help we give our neighbour,
God's will is done;
in our world-wide task of caring
for the hungry and despairing,
in the harvests we are sharing,
God's will is done.
3 For the harvests of the Spirit,
thanks be to God;
for the good we all inherit,
thanks be to God;
for the wonders that astound us,
for the truths that still confound us,
most of all, that love has found us,
thanks be to God. Scripture: Genesis 8:22 Languages: English Tune Title: EAST ACKLAM
For the fruits of all creation
Alleluia! Alleluia! Good harvest safely stored
Author: Paul Wigmore (b. 1925) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #288 (2013) Meter: 6.7.6.7 with refrain Topics: Harvest Thanksgiving First Line: Praise God for harvest-time Scripture: Genesis 2:15 Languages: English Tune Title: MADRID
Alleluia! Alleluia! Good harvest safely stored
Give thanks, my soul, for harvest
Author: William Watkins Reid, 1890- Hymnal: The Book of Praise #805 (1997) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Harvest Thanksgiving Lyrics: 1 Give thanks, my soul, for harvest,
for store of fruit and grain,
but know the owner gives us
that we may share again;
where souls are lone and hungry,
where needy children cry,
with gifts from God’s rich bounty
may thankfulness reply.
2 Give thanks, my soul, for riches
of woodland, mine and hill,
but know that gold and timber
are the Creator's still,
and God's on loan to stewards
to fashion and to share,
providing all earth's children
the blessing of God's care.
3 Give thanks, my soul, for labours
that strength and days employ,
but know your Maker's purpose
brings toil as well as joy.
Where leads the path to error,
where justice lies in chain,
where hoarders cause new hunger,
there must we strive again.
4 Give thanks, my soul, for beauty,
for vision, hope and skill,
for Christ, divine revealer
of God's redeeming will.
Show forth, O God, your purpose;
direct our will and hand
to share your love and bounty
with all, in every land. Scripture: Psalm 50:10-11 Languages: English Tune Title: CRÜGER
Give thanks, my soul, for harvest
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
Author: W. C. Dix Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #191a (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Topics: Processionals Thanksgiving and Harvest; Thanksgiving and Harvest Lyrics: 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 our festal 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 daily bread,
Give us the Bread eternal.
3 We bear the burden of the day,
And often toil seems dreary;
But labor ends with sunset ray,
And rest is for the weary;
May we, the angel-reaping o'er,
Stand at the last accepted,
Christ's golden sheaves for evermore,
To garners bright elected.
4 Oh, blessèd is that land of God,
Where saints abide for ever;
Where golden fields spread fair and broad,
Where flows the crystal river:
The strains of all its holy throng
With ours to-day are blending;
Thrice blessèd is that harvest-song
Which never hath an ending.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: GOLDEN SHEAVES
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
God Hath Given Us Harvest
Author: J. Alfred Davies Hymnal: The Endeavor Hymnal #266 (1901) Topics: Harvest; Thanksgiving First Line: God hath giv'n us harvest Languages: English Tune Title: SHEPHERD
God Hath Given Us Harvest
God, whose farm is all creation
Author: Leslie Thomas John Arlott (1914-1991) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #285 (2013) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Harvest Thanksgiving Scripture: Deuteronomy 26:1-11 Languages: English Tune Title: GOTT WILL 'S MACHEN
God, whose farm is all creation
All good gifts around us
Author: Matthias Claudius (1740-1815); Jane Montgomery Campbell (1817-1878) Hymnal: Ancient and Modern #290 (2013) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D with refrain Topics: Harvest Thanksgiving First Line: We plough the fields, and scatter Lyrics: 1 We plough the fields, and scatter
the good seed on the land,
but it is fed and watered
by God's almighty hand:
he sends the snow in winter,
the warmth to swell the grain,
the breezes, and the sunshine,
and soft, refreshing rain.
Refrain:
All good gifts around us
are sent from heaven above;
then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord,
for all his love.
2 He only is the maker
of all things near and far;
he paints the wayside flower,
he lights the evening star;
the winds and waves obey him,
by him the birds are fed;
much more to us, his children,
he gives our daily bread. [Refrain]
3 We thank thee then, O Father,
for all things bright and good,
the seed-time and the harvest,
our life, our health, our food.
Accept the gifts we offer
for all thy love imparts,
and, what thou most desirest,
our humble, thankful hearts. [Refrain] Scripture: 1 Chronicles 29:13-14 Languages: English Tune Title: WIR PFLÜGEN
All good gifts around us
Sing to the Lord of Harvest
Author: John S.B. Monsell Hymnal: The New Canadian Hymnal #322 (1916) Topics: Harvest, Thanksgiving Tune Title: LANCASHIRE
Sing to the Lord of Harvest
Give thanks, my soul, for harvest
Author: William Watkins Reid, b. 1890 Hymnal: The Book of Praise #572 (1972) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Times and Occasions Harvest Thanksgiving Languages: English Tune Title: WOLVERCOTE
Give thanks, my soul, for harvest
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