To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise Poem
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.
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 all human souls are led with gifts of grace supernal
Thou, Who gives us our daily bread,give us the bread eternal
We bear the burden of the day,and often toil seems dreary
But labor ends with sunset ray,and rest comes for the weary
May we, the angel reaping over,stand at the last accepted,
Christ’s golden sheaves, forevermoreto garners bright elected.
O blessèd is that land of God where saints abide forever
Where golden fields spread fair 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
~~~~~~ To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise Poem |
